And this is what life is like in my dreams: Strolling the streets of New York City, newspaper in hand, with the perfect dress that both flatters and indulges my inner girly girl.
Reality:
Newspapers (in paper form) continue to dwindle.
Hats look terrible on me.
I live in Dallas and rarely stroll without George dragging me.
But I always find the perfect dress.
1 comment:
That is my dream scenario too, especially if I'm on my way to coffee. How sad is it papers continue to disappear?
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