Isn’t It Ironic…
Fade to black. The holiday weekend is history.
Short bitch since I am on a 7am flight to New York. I am now in a back brace or as I prefer to call it, a proactive Spanx.
My daughter has mastered the art of retail therapy. The other day she introduced me to a legitimate Made In America, high quality product. You need to know about Shinola.
My daughter is my filter. I am still loopy from my new meds. That’s my excuse for not taking responsibility for saying dumb stuff.
This Bev Hills babe flew solo last weekend. With passport in hand and unaccompanied by my darling daughter, I braved the land of plastic surgery, kale salad without dressing and […]
Recently, I had a few brief Bev Hills encounters and had to share.
Why do you always find things that jump out and scream, “BUY ME” when you are trying so hard to repress retail therapy urges?