I'm such a jet setter now.
Look at me with my espresso sitting in coach.
I do look quite pleased for a woman who has paid an exorbitant sum to rent a subhuman sliver of space in a hollow metal tube, don't I?
It's the espresso.
And the promise of non-chicken nugget dining that awaits me.
Goodbye, earth.
Hello, yarnophiles.
Goodbye, puppy slobber.
Hello, Bloomingdales.
Goodbye, stepping on toys in the middle of the night.
Hello, house-made pasta with leeks and pancetta in a parmesan broth.
I would write more now, but it's time for this jet setter to get home and wrangle the sweet babies and a puppy and a kitty and a hubby who went camping in my absence and left every piece of gear we own on the deck in the rain.
Clarification: the cat did not go camping. No one here is foolish enough to attempt that.
Yarnista