Nice Thistle, Madame

I reached 22,332 words yesterday around 3:30pm and just couldn’t do any more. I needed a break.

Later, we went to our dinner party, which was delightful. The Fabulous B had made us and another couple a Vietnamese-French dinner. (The gentleman asked me if I was British.) We all regretted not bringing a camera because the table settings and every dish she served looked like a masterpiece. By the end of the dinner, we were questioning B about her boyfriends. She responded by tossing us a stack of naked pictures of the Scottish one, his “thistle” erect.

Just had to ask, didn’t we?

It continues to alternately rain like Paris and buzz like Springtime. Now, it’s raining. And that’s what I like best.

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