On mini-vay cay.  Will post when had sufficient retail therapy and at least one mani-pedi.  Must fill the soul (or shopping bag) before blog.  Priorities, people.  Priorities.  

Are titles really necessary?

Sometimes I feel like my bun is a metaphor for my life.  I am wound tightly, secured into place with a stretchy but ever-circular band--not much escaping.   Then one day there has been too much. Too much.  And it all comes undone.   Today, I am undone.  But still, I can't quite let it all go.  I have been plaited, weaved, twisted and secured by even more ties today.  I hope that I can stretch enough and that it doesn't hurt when those black coils snap back.   

Evil. Pure Evil.

I've often spent too much time in the dark ,with a growling stomach, watching a certain Temple movie, wondering exactly what that one tempting fruit would have tasted like. It had to be heavenly, right?  An apple, no way, people, come on!  As a woman, I am fairly certain Eve would not bring about the fall of human-kind for anything less than some divine chocolate. I am now convinced that it was a tree full of cadbury mini-eggs. I sampled the whole bag-- to test my hypothesis. I can say with all honesty, I know good from evil. Seriously, I stepped on the scale this morning. Nothing but evil.

Love.

And the Academy Award goes to...

The girls decided that I needed a little sprucing up.  Here are the results: 

Now I'm all ready for the red carpet.  Eat your heart out Hugh.  

The fabulous and glamorous life of moi...

The hubby's evening:

(Gwyneth Paltrow, Chris Martin, Bono)

My evening:

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Do I need to say more?

It's a good thing you are cute!

Dearest Max,

You drowned my iphone today.  And had the worst, indescribable diaper issue today during my cycling class.  Didn't you care that I ate creme brulee last night and a creme puff?  I don't even want to talk about the iphone.  I need some time.  

Your Mother.