That is for real. Do not adjust your television sets sirs. This is really happening. Hi Mariah!
Good thing all I do these days is go to work in khaki and white and lay around in the sun in old tank tops and husbands underwear (boxers, thanks). Not a bad life. Sort of fearing when I actually have some place to go. Will I panic? Will I fail?
To quench the shopping thirst I drink in food stuff. I went on a book buying spree. And by spree I mean 2 books, both about fooooood! Did you know that in the summertime our stupid libraries are closed on Sundays??? There should be a clothes library...isn't there one? A bag borrowing thing or something? I will research and get back to you. Anyways!!! I'm FINALLY reading My Life in France, Julia Child's autobiography. swoon. suhwoon. I hope that somewhere in my closet (the real one, not the one in my brain) I have a long skirt, a patterned polyester button up blouse, and canvas shoes to wear in her honor as I whip up a little Bœuf bourguignon for Julia's birthday in August. If I don't, can I borrow yours???
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