Recently, a laughing Tim called me from Green Acres when he was out there. It seems Sue’s grandma had gone on a trip and come back with a special gift for her. Tim didn’t have his camera with him, so a photo had to be provided for us.
Tag: fashion
So I’m a few hours late on this…
Because I went to bed Wednesday around 8 p.m. feeling a little battered by life, I’m late on this happy birthday post to my sensational friend and writing partner, Jim, whose birthday it was Wednesday. Happy birthday, Jim! And since he once humored me by letting himself be photographed just the way I wanted him to be, I’m going to post one of those Becky-demanded photos and consider it a little gift to treebreeze, because Thursday is his birthday, and who doesn’t like a cowboy on his birthday. Happy birthday, Todd!
Hope both of you get appropriately spoiled by the people who love you, because there are so many of us in your lives.
Still hot in leather pants
Happy birthday, Joe Perry.
Novel trivia: I don’t have a copy with me, so readers can correct me if I’m wrong, but I think Joe Perry made an appearance on the first page of THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE. We didn’t even have to pay him. 😉
Completely Useless Information
I just realized that I haven’t worn high heels for twenty-one years.
This is probably why I can’t write chick lit.
I wish they all could be Crescent City feet….
There’s nothing wrong with your memory, Mark.
A little something for Mark
Mark, because I’m dorky, I did some screen captures for you.
unless you like mannequins, trust me, photos mean nothing to anyone but Mark
For Lisa in IA, with plenty of adverbs and adjectives!
A sad, silly tale of sensible shoes…
I have not worn high heels or sexy shoes since the 1980s. My aversion to said shoes is probably the reason why my chick lit partial was rejected and why Sarah Jessica Parker will never be my BFF.
But in the field of sensible shoes, as I expressed to Lisa, Born shoes rock, and I have a few pairs.
However, the sad truth is:
read sad truth here
Dear Mark,
This is what yearbooks are for. I, too, called it “dressing out,” it was “P.E.” and not “gym,” and we were in “junior high,” not “middle school.” Our uniforms were as horrible as Lisa’s description of hers.
the horrors of P.E.
For Shannon
Tom and I cracked up at Rutlie in his Harley cap. Tom dug out a photo of our late dachshund Pete from The Compound archives for you to see. Ten-pound Pete thought he was Rutlie’s size and he was a total badass. His bite was entirely as bad as his bark unless you were part of his pack. Not many of us were.
From the Compound Hounds
Princess Guinness
Margot the Good Witch
Rexford G. Lambert skips the costume, gets right to the point.
Happy Halloween everyone!