Monday, September 23, 2013

If this past weekend in Margaritaville were an actual Margarita, it would be one of those fishbowl-sized ones.

It's Monday afternoon, and I'm still woozy with the wonder of it all.

White and whirling cloud of terns,

The man who loves me watching the white and whirling cloud of terns,

and later, gathered around the kitchen island, friends, wine, and ice cream with espresso poured over the top.

Over. The. Top. 


Ms. Moon said...

Not a damn thing wrong with any of that.

Elizabeth said...

Affogato -- my favorite dessert.

And even the back of The Man Who Loves You's head says "peace."