Oh shit, I went to that party, you know? And I thought I was eating a nice mozzarella and tomato mini-sandwich. Only an hour later did I find out that it was not tomato, but lobster. I ate Pinchy. Too horrible for words.
11.30.00
Oops, I forgot to upload this the other day. So I'm adding more.
Hot damn: today at work, we are having a hiatus party, which translates to Veuve Cliquot (for others) and hors d'oeurves (for me). Run on, run on. I am wearing my new red skirt, feeling a little Hester Prynne because it's above the knee. Saucy!
I can't stop thinking about Grand Haven.