Fantasyland…
I have a rich fantasy life. Mostly, they involve sports, travel and retail therapy…not the prerequisite sex.
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.
Just go straight. Hop on a bike and cruise the visually enticing Hudson River Bike Path.
Yesterday dawned dull and humid. I entertained thoughts of hanging out all day, but this is New York City!
Yesterday, I found myself on yet another island. Without the aide of sun, white sand, turquoise waters and a mango daiquiri, I still found paradise on the island of Manhattan.
Saturday, I closed my eyes and tapped my heels together three times and thought to myself, ‘There’s no place like home’.