Thursday, February 4, 2010
When I miss home, it messes up my whole game.
So I've been feeling really crusty today, and I think it's because I miss home, my Mom, good cookin', and Oui Oui (pr. wee wee - he's my hyperactive, superexcitable bichon frise that I named after Louis XIV).
Am thinking about the colors of home - the green palmetto trees, the lush and rich colors of all the floral arrangements and landscaping that the town pays all that money for, the luxurious tone of red velvet cake, and the comforting beige of the sand dunes. Missing you, HHI. Gotta get back soon.
ciao for now.