Let Me Sum Up
So much, too much. I want to do my normal overly-long post but don’t have time.
Buttercup ees marry Humperdink in leetle less than half an hour!
Craig’s List r0x0rs: I posted an add yesterday and my email’s flooded with buyers. Helps to have a gallery for people to peep stuff.
My digital camera got bashed by an adorable one year old. She loved her Misfits t-shirt and the tiny little black boots I bought her. She would carry them around when she wasn’t wearing them. She’s just getting the hang of walking and they’re nice and sturdy. Little girls are really fun to dress up and I went a little nuts. Fortunately my sister in law is already down with this sort of thing. Next time I’m in Brooklyn I’m going back to Sam and Seb and buying her a bright pink tutu to wear with her black tshirt and black boots. yeah baby.
I love walking around with this little person holding my fingers. I love that she smiles and raises her arms whenever she sees me. I love when she tries to say my name. She’s got a great laugh and Tony is very good at making her laugh. Zoe sometimes does this thing where she’ll lean over and press her face into a stuffed animal, smiling with her eyes closed. Too fast to catch on camera, but really, a stunning thing to see. Amazingly, my bio-clock is NOT louder than it was before (i think). Goodness, my brother and his wife are exhausted and stressed. I have no illusions. I like being the aunt who spoils for now.
so, I’m trying different things to see if I can, hopefully, get those pictures off the memory card.
Tony and I took a sleeper car down on the train and it was so damned cool. It was like a fort, like being in Japan (not that i’d know). I have pix of that too (i hope!). I would really love to get a bigger version, the suite, and take the train all the way down to New Orleans with a mate-type-person.
hmm, so i guess i’m looking for a kind, older, rich (come on, money is the Grand Facilitator and while i’m fantasizing and oversimplifying...), tireless someone who I don’t scare, who likes trains, the misfits and wants little girls/boys to dress up. oh, and of course respects and adores me, heh, and about a thousand other pre-reqs. but not yet. “she pictures a soul with no leak at the seam” You out there, baby?
Happy day back from Thanksgiving weekend! I was thinking about how cool it must have been to take a sleeper car down South, like in the old days when people actually road trains to get around the country. Did you pretend you were on the Orient Express? Did you concoct your own murder mystery? Did you run into Hercule Perot?
Hey Elle, yes, Messire Poirot (sp?) solve-ed de cases of de murder-ed coffee lady. It was romantic (for my future plans) and cool and tiny, and the train people were nice. We got drunk and climbed all over stuff and looked out the window and talked a lot.
I had that old song in my head “don’t cha know me, i’m your native son, i’m the train they call the city of new orleans, i’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done”
Joy. Mia’s back.
You should just leave all that stuff in your apartment, and I’ll move in. Sound ok?
Glad your Thanksgiving holiday was so nice. I do hear the tickin’, though. :)
hey there! so nice to be back! yes come live here! you would be near mihow & maria! what’s better than that?
sad to leave :(
- it’s strange watching this place get empty. everything for sale i’ve almost said, “no! you can’t have it, nevermind!” but at least 98% of the people have been super nice.
A woman is even on her way here now - to see the couch at 8am.
Next entry: Peak
Previous entry: Making Good
