I’m still in the midst of old pictures, before the honeymoon when the cold felt normal. The weather is zero. Just zero, no flourish of fancy integers, just completely and utterly zero. It’s cold but then the wind comes and takes what breath you have left completely away.
A cold drive home around Christmas time. Seasons are as inevitable as death and taxes, until global warming takes over and unpredictability is the norm, but I still feel it lingering and I’m urging it to go away and bring on the sunshine.
Pearl and Poppy. These two are best friends and in love. Pearl had a bit of a vacation of her own at her grandparents’ house while we were in Hawaii. They have three dogs and Pearl keeps them all young. But there’s nothing like the love between her and Poppy fo realz.
And finally the magazine splatter I had to send Ashley since nobody loves a magazine like that girl. I just love me a newsstand and magazines are the best time waster in an airport. Plus, I admittedly buy any magazine with a Kardashian or Jennifer Lawrence on the cover (I love them for very, very different reasons). B read Consumer Reports, the New Yorker and Joan Didion, and I still maintain that there is nothing sexier than a man reading.
I got a new camera, byyyyyyye.