Cracked…
Swab the decks.
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
This man comes out swinging every single day. He never breaks even.
Ready for some kick ass takeout?!
Queen E. has been perched on my shoulder and pirouetting through my thoughts frequently during my quarantine.
Another 100 mile road trip to nowhere on Sunday.
I am feeling disheartened. Tears come easily.
Fishing for a dynamic easy, inexpensive meal? Now that I have you hooked, let’s start cookin’.
Giddy up, Scarlett…an unexpected fabulous birthday!
And I’ll Cry If I Want to… Happy Birthday to me. Dreaming about where I should be. This is not how I thought I would spend my once a year “it’s all about me” day. Happy Birthday to me… I shall blow out my candles and wish that the New Normal will be filled…