i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own; of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
not exactly the get up i was donning in yesterday’s torrential, power-outing, tree-uprooting, car washing {graçias}, patio furniture tossing {non-graçias} spring storm. but i do love a nice deluge. and such a grand shower! ushering in spring, my favorite season....
i think truman enjoyed his st. patrick’s day a little too much. weekend happy to you m’loves. Similar posts:the tryst....happy weekendquiet qualitywhere'd you go,...
