Hey, everyone. Stop dominating Candy Crush Saga and get outside. It’s summer. Your children have been out there for three hours and are probably dead because you can’t rip yourself away from Instagram and my adorable floral pants.
Well, technically, it’s not summer for another eighteen days. I know this, because I know solstices, but that’s beside the point. Actually, it’s not. My birthday is on the winter solstice. Otherwise known as the shortest day of the year, otherwise known as FANTASTIC, because it’s the longest night of the year. Come on over to my château next December 21st, because we keep it classy.
I think I’m getting sidetracked. The point is, get off of your computer, throw on some Coppertone and enjoy the sunshine. I’m out of my château and into the garden and you should be too.
Love,
M.
Pepito’s gonna need to fix that wall.
June 3, 2014 at 4:44 pmSo you post pictures of your pants on Instagram? How novel.
June 3, 2014 at 5:02 pmMy birthday is December 23rd and I always get the “it’s for both” schtick. Bullshit. I will come hang with you instead, Madeline.
June 3, 2014 at 6:28 pmThat was your “pantsie” on IG?
June 4, 2014 at 8:52 pmMais, oui, Laurie! Took me three hours to get into them. Cute, non?
June 5, 2014 at 3:23 pm