piglet, er…i mean, priscilla has put on a couple of el bees of late. although she eats vegetarian fare, we recently learned she’s been helping herself to the kibble bin between meals. definitely behavior unlike a lady, miss priscilla. much to her...
i was such a good girl this week: no accidents no burnt casseroles no shiners (myself or others) and cursing was kept to a 6 on a scale of 1-10 (for me, equivalent to curing cancer). i gifted my girlie goodness with a coffee mug from anthropologie. here’s to...
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...
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...
silly girl who wrangled her hh’s elbow away from the computer as he locked in a 7 day reservation. one week?!??! so looooooooong?!?! baby i’ll never survive. body thrown against the floor, fists and feet pounding into the hardwood, tantruming out a...
i exhaled any last remnants of grief into the bottom of the pool this afternoon. my toes are now webbed from the time spent eeling and dolphining my way back and forth under the bridge from hh’s chair to my secret alcove of imaginary fish friends. splash splash...
