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. 



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2 comments:

  1. Ms. MoonSeptember 23, 2013 at 4:23 PM

    Not a damn thing wrong with any of that.
    Glory!

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  2. ElizabethSeptember 23, 2013 at 10:22 PM

    Affogato -- my favorite dessert.

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

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?