happy weekend

happy weekend

first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday’s cheetah post. my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding. maybe him. but not cheetah. moving on…… sometimes this is my idea of dreamy. but then...
happy weekend

happy weekend

talk to me billy goats. what’s playing in your ears this weekend? the in-laws are arriving and i’m brushing up on behavior best. i’m on bended knee asking for sweet, continued slumber. my old friend, insomnia, has been knocking of late. we know what...
weekend brunching

weekend brunching

pink patent leather pumps and pink polka dots. burrata so fresh it spoke italian to me. arugula with tomatoes still dusty from the vine; just the way i ordered them. scrambled eggs and fontina…why, of course? asparagus, and more arugula. i think i could open my...

sign me up

how did i live without sally brooks in my life? thank you rockstar bill for bringing this lovely madness to my attention. WARNING…if you’re not a fan of spikey, tarty words that rhyme with dutherplucker; you may want to skip this post….twirling and...
weekend

weekend

it’s worked. the images have worked. no matter how delicious the key lime pie or side splitting the story, i can’t get the oil-coated pelican off my brain. friends visiting from the east got a taste of my grizzly, murky mood this past weekend. while they...