‘Nuff said. Not like there’s not more to say, but because I can barely move my fingers across the keyboard I am having so many simultaneous cows. I’ll add links and maybe even full sentences below as/ if I can above, in a snippet of a post I published over
Kyle’s über-glittery, disco-fabulous shoes, NCLR Anniversary Dinner, San Francisco, CA. My fondest, or close to my fondest hope this week is that I’ll be able to wrestle some time to tell you a bit about the young man filling these. Though they may look to be no bigger than a
Post-prandial evidence, Oakland, CA. Yes, fried donutey kind of cupcakes on a stick with extremely blue dipped icing–superman’s tights color blue, come to think of it–and a Superman “S” on the side (cake pops? I think they were?). Yes, for a girl’s party, why do you ask? This is the