Our home looked like it had been covered in a seriously thick layer of pepto bismol. Or if it's more soothing to your tummy - - think Mary-Kay cadillac pink. pink. pink. fabulous.
There were red crepes. looked a
Then the text came in . . . . we had been invited to our favorite neighbor's place for dinner. Heck ya, I had a fabulous menu planned --- but there's always tonight for the even more fabulously aged prime-rib. [one should never turn down Mr. L's homemade bolognese]. and even more important, never turn down a chance to get hugged and smooched to death by 4 year old twin girls. awesome.
when I thought it couldn't get any better . . . a delivery from my VT [dessert of love]. insane. yum.
but then . . . leave it to the Pita . . . the man knows the way to my heart. I found this on my bed:
not sharing the inner [card] details - I'm sure you're plenty "good" with the photo you get to salivate over. hubba-hubba. been to paris twice. how did I miss this daisy duke wearin' American?
at least I'm 99% confident I may look better in mine.
The best hearts day - - - buns down.