French Folly…
French musings.
French musings.
Migraines. Need I say more.
I’m in a state of euphoria because I experienced a sportsgasm this week.
A little “Birdy” told me that trump has a team of aides following him around on golf courses.
I love the smell of victory in the morning.
It’s 4am.
I wore pearls to dinner last night.
Whippet. A breed of dog or a song by Devo.
Sunday was perfection.
Just had a grocery threesome.
America’s Democracy is tenuous.
Who knew that a lovely beachfront cafe could serve as an Evangelical recruitment center.
Hillary was roasted for calling Agent Orange supporters deplorables.
It is so hot in New York City that there is nothing you want to do except complain.
Hot Child In The City.
I love tennis.
I notice that many people I talk to lately are so disgusted by the political landscape that they are shutting down.