it’s a big ps. so big that it deserved its own post. on the way home from Laguardia i was seated in seat 18A. not exactly significant. it was a window. seated in 18B was a stranger. but seated in 18C was someone i know. and someone who knows me…
my trip didn’t go exactly as planned… my sister’s plane got delayed in phoenix and she had to sleep in airports and be rerouted several times before she finally made it into NYC, leaving me only a mere 24 hours with her. boo. she made me feed her cats their…
maybe my nanny Haydee always sings and dances when she makes her coffee in the morning. maybe. or maybe she’s just happy that JLo and Marc Anthony finally had those babies and we can stop hearing that she’s been in labor every single day for the last month. or maybe…
