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Admit it, you look forward to these.
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And I thought our cat was spoiled. Geesh!
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New Yorkers are an inventive lot and will try to sell you almost anything. A Pier 17 rooftop? Sure, why not….
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I have never in my life wanted to play golf, until now.
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I should. I really should….
And because I’m thoughtful blogger who always thinks of her friends, you can as well.
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Cheers!
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While I’m sure there are thousands of people using their forced quarantine time at home to be useful and productive….
I can honestly say I’m not one of them.
I’m not learning a new language, sewing masks for the homeless or even organizing my shoe closet.
What… you don’t have a closet solely devoted to shoes?
What I am doing is cooking.
And eating.
Trying new recipes.
And eating.
Resurrecting old recipes.
And eating.
Making up recipes.
And eating.
Are you noticing the trend here?
That sounds about right.
And while I had been dieting and exercising and lost 20 odd pounds before the virus locked me inside with the refrigerator?
Yeah.
That’s pretty much where I am now.
And that’s probably where I’ll be when this whole mess is over.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there are some double fudge caramel brownies in the kitchen that look lonely.
We can’t have that.
River's world..... 