Rick and I are doing a Fashion Police marathon in memoriam and I am laughing between tears. I think the thing that’s getting to me about this celeb passing is that I never considered that Joan Rivers could die. Somehow she seemed eternal.
Our dog walker alerted me that Wallace scarfed a chicken bone or some such on the street today. We are on high alert.
(I NEVER thought I would use THAT emoji.)
These goats just want love.
I found this sparkling wine AFTER I decided on the nautical theme and wrapped it right up. I could not believe it. Kismet. (It could be crap but… you know, THEME. All the beach stars aligned today.)
Big day for gift wrapping, big day for nautical themes. All items are ocean related.
Beach house warming gift. It really is a shame I can’t find a job that just pays me to freehand shapes with scissors and fold paper.
I have got to get motivated and take the car back to the garage. Finding street parking last night was a total score because we were wiped out, but it might have been better to just get the return over with. I’m feeling so, so lazy.
A stop in New Haven for pizza.
Meanwhile, back in the city…Jen and Jasper are keeping Wallace in line.