Sunday, September 11, 2005


I've taken to drowning my OCI sorrows in Harlequin Romance novels (the tender, mushy, emotional kind) and Regency romance novels (the ankle-barer, oh-my-god-did-they-just-kiss-how-scandalous kinds) with pistachios, dried mangoes, and a glass of ice cold water within reaching distance.

When, oh when, did I become a middle-aged housewife?


Barbie said...

You sound old before your time darlin'

Sp ceMarine said...

Dried mangoes, mmm... I lllove you even mmmore.