Tales from Tinseltown…recording them now…I'll let you know when it's story time.
30 years ago I worked on a movie, didn’t sleep, met my husband, fell in love, and we’ve been consciously coupling ever since
Back home in my noir L.A.—actually, the penthouse would be Johnny Depp’s—but let’s not be sticklers
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That is the very *bluest* of blue skies. Envious. Wish I was there with you! (Hey! Come back!)
You have been swimming and looking at the sky? So, doing the backstroke then?! Bwahahahaha! Continue enjoying yourself, Vickie. 🙂
George, you are such a silly goose.
Floating in the blue, looking at the blue—the nicest way to spend the day!
Yes! You’re back too! How was your break? I’ll hop over to http://silkannthreades.wordpress.com just now…
My break was splendid, although the skies were not as blue.
Wait have you passed beyond the pearly gates? Because that pretty much looks like Heaven to me…
I love this place. I breath deeper. My shoulders drop from just below my ears. It’s restorative…and the pools are heated 😉 .
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