Reunion. His head leaning hug is my favorite.
Someone is pretty happy that all his people are back in their proper places.
A fine welcome home.
Having lunch with my new friend Igor. His daddies couldn’t have picked a better girl to sit by. I’m in major dog withdrawal.
Ok people. Feeding the seagulls is cute and all…until they decide to attack.
Soaking in the last moments before I return to sleet and snow.
Wallace is staying at Jasper’s this weekend. I miss his fuzzy face.
After siting at the bar at this fancy pants Miami restaurant for a couple of hours, I sent M a text saying that people, on the whole, are horrid. Then I wanted to make sure it was the precise word I was after. It was.
Headed to dinner at Michael Mina 74 in my new chain mail necklace.
I have realized my clothes are nowhere near slutty enough for this town.
Obligatory drink at The Delano.
Goat cheese croquettes and garlic shrimp at Sense Beach House.
At Scope. She’s not part of the art, she’s an attendee.