So, I’m into architecture – and I’m not picky as to period, as long as it’s authentic to its time. Okay, I lied, I am picky – but these seem to sing Palm Springs – and it’s a nice tune… Top Dog, aka, my Mister was very sweet and snapped…
No worries, no responsibilities, no deadlines, no appointments, no meetings, no agenda, no obligations, and I think I can handle it for just about a week… Christmas week. How about you? Wishing you a New Year of civility, accomplishment, profound good humor, and love.
Top dog and I are venturing out for a spell. At Midnight on Christmas Eve look for Santa and his reindeer flying above Wilshire Blvd. In the morning I’ll be cooking for twenty-one. Oh my! I wish you all a joyous-warm-wonderful holiday, Vickie
In memory – there are no words to contain the sorrow of Connecticut.