Housewives…
Flew to Los Angeles yesterday. I settled in for the lengthy flight. Since the Housewives franchise is banned in our home, I thought I would sneak a peek.
Flew to Los Angeles yesterday. I settled in for the lengthy flight. Since the Housewives franchise is banned in our home, I thought I would sneak a peek.
Nothing like a beautiful spring day to make your Sunday sunny and bright.
David assumed the role of me last night.
Woke up early Saturday after seeing Oslo.
Cultcha on Sunday before my first cup of coffee. 9am and the #1 train is actually running on the weekend. I am a member of the Whitney and this was opening weekend for the Biennial.
Snowmaggedon has been prophesied about for the past five days. Yesterday, Stella hit with abandon.
This is why I love NY.
My Super Bowl challenge commenced Saturday at 4am. A championship was not on the line, but I had to rise up.
Monday was a holiday. What to do, what to do, what to do…
I feel confidant that most of my readership has been to New York City. Here’s a thought that literally assaulted me on my way home last night.
Day two in Paris, we walked 17 miles and visited just about every designer in Paris.
Paris is undoubtably one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
During our recent sojourn to Portugal we went wild exploring all aspects of the country. By the time to boarded our flight to Bordeaux we were ready for the quiet, serene French Acquitaine lifestyle.
The Devil is back.
Off to parts unknown. Hope you all have a Devilishly fabulous Thanksgiving holiday.
I have a rich fantasy life. Mostly, they involve sports, travel and retail therapy…not the prerequisite sex.
Mopish in Manhattan? That’s impossible. Seriously…about as probable as Donald Trump doing a Pantene commercial for beautiful hair.
Walked 20 miles over the weekend. It feels good to pound the pavement again.
With expanded horizons and deflated bums, the Truculent Trio has completed their cross country journey. 3500 miles later we are still talking and laughing.