Does this should-be-mangey-should-be-flea-bag look guilty to you? Because she should! This is the look of a naughty dog! This is the look of a dog who just had a brand new… BRAND SPANKING NEW Calvin Klein bra removed from her mouth. She’s so guilty, she doesn’t need to be scolded. Edie wears shame like I wear MAC lip gloss… As if she were born for it.
So, the Mayans may be getting the last laugh after all. It snowed in Hell… or Hell froze over. One of the two; maybe both. Either way, what I can’t believe I’m saying is… it frigging snowed in Phoenix! Well, at least in July, it feels hotter than Hell in Phoenix, and today, er “Yesterday,” it snowed on my geraniums. And around the palm trees outside my front door. And, my neighborhood didn’t even get the full dusting some of my friends living in North Scottsdale saw! It snowed…. in Phoenix. Or, as meteorologists are calling it, gropple? Kind of like calling what were decades’ worth of monsoon dust storms are now haboobs?
I swear, I can get drunk off the scent of Tuberose.
Too bad Diptyque isn’t friendlier to my wallet.
Although I almost set the pancetta on fire and the door knock came as my kitchen enveloped in smoke (for a positively fool proof recipe I’d made a dozen times – I purposefully chose a recipe I wouldn’t – I couldn’t – mess up), and though Edie barked like a rabid idiot (while I screamed at her to stop – screamed like Jerry Springer guest), he stayed through dinner and through more discussion, more laughs, and more hours darting past us as we were oblivious to the time. When he stood, flowers in hand, confounded at the circus scene and the nearly flaming kitchen, I thought he might excuse himself from the scene. Not only did he stay, he complimented every course through dessert. Fingers crossed that this one might be a keeper….