In my youth I was notorious for ONE MORE when I got home. Just ONE MORE. You hate for the fun to end, just one more drink, something fun before you let sleep take over. It’s a time waster, filling your hours until reality returns. But it provides relief from whatever you’re avoiding anyway – at least sometimes it does.
Two things to share on this Thursday. I just realized that this dress I blogged the other day actually comes in sizes FITTED to the Belleza body – I’m wearing my Isis body and the version of the dresses FOR that body. HOT DAMN. That’s brilliant. Continue reading