...and it smells like tom ford.
i've a shopping and eating date with uncle sugar fast-approaching, and it is a most welcome development. after a week of being wrapped 'round every single one of esmé's rattling breaths and fiery degrees, i'm beyond ready for some civilized conversation and spending of money.
last night, my littlest asked me, mommy? what's the sea like again?
i swear i came back to life describing it to her. the one in venice and the dead one in jordan and the red one in taba. i regaled her with tales of massages on a phuket beach, snorkeling on any given friday in muscat, and how the four seasons is the best invention ever.
the c, she repeated. i'm writing a story about a cat, and i've forgotten the c. what is it like again?
two things: i am experiencing severe wanderlust. and uncle sugar is in for some dumb-dumb dreamy conversation.