morning m’loves. hunkiest and i took that much needed vacation. one week: sand, the sea, alarm-free sleep. i’m bandaging up old wounds, icing current injuries of the heart. maybe i’ll even ditch my twitch. ready! set! relax! see you on the other side...
if you looked in my bathroom drawers, you’d think i’d be a wizard at the sun-kissed face, the glossy lip and the come hither eye. but i have neither the skills nor time to keep a post hotel du cap summer flush, or nights in black satin stare. i could open...
even my toes can’t contain my giddy. santa fe was santa-fabulous! despite my baggage hiccup, my weekend was without flaws. there t’was ne’er a prettier bride, nor a more dapper groom. 14 of us jubilated atop a of hill of hydrangea, as the sun set,...
i watched from the oversold, airplane window as your tarmac jokers decided to indiscriminately not load my bag {and several others} onto the plane. then your counter agent, with the sensitivity of an elbow to the jaw, insinuated somehow i brought this upon my self....
today i leave for santa fe. an enchanted weekend away with hunkiest and the dearest of ones loved. my bags are packed, my boots are shined. my itinerary is a discourse in romance and relaxation. from the doors of our casita, feasting on the beauty foothills of the...
