Sunday, March 4, 2012

And Then It Was Sunday Night (But That's Okay, Cause I Have a Good Book To Read)

It was the kind of weekend to which all other weekends aspire.Unseasonably hot, chock full of friends and wine, strangely enough a limo, toenails painted tangerine, and children who smell of sunscreen and skipping.

Bring it, Monday.

1 comment:

Erin said...

Stellar, my friend. xo