Thursday, March 11, 2010

The beginning.

Last night I dreamed I was Tyra Banks, stuck in Neiman Marcus overnight. Go figure.

Spent the weekend with Anthony, whose sunflowers are still thriving in my kitchen. (I happen to despise sunflowers, as he well knows.) Despite the rain and a vet scare with Oliver, we had a lovely weekend, rejuvenating a dear friendship. Didn't take near as many photos as I'd planned, but I did manage to memorialize his first real barbecue.

I feel like my first post should be more monumental ... but, as I'm still unsure of my target audience, I think I may leave it at that.

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