Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Dinner with a-holes.

Back from LA, where I met some delightful beings, received a fistful of orders and was summarily dismissed by a minor celebrity. Also, I received my all-time favorite text from my handsome husband, which read "Dinner with a-holes." The a-holes he's referring to are, of course, our glorious children, with whom dinner is not always a glorious experience.

1 comment:

Do babble on in the most animated language you can muster. I love hearing from you.