Thank ya, Mama, for genes that make me look 21 years old. I don’t want to return to 21, but it sure is nice to look it.
(This photo was snapped by my good friend and talented photographer during a trip to NYC a few weeks ago. That’s her IG handle. Check out her work. You really want to.)
((Go to How Old-Net and waste plenty of your precious time posting photos of your face to see how old you look.))
I went to NYC this weekend, on a Saturday and back on a Saturday, and visited the Met museum.
I met a man who wore humility like a coat. It was refreshing.
I froze in NYC and was reminded of my very strong feelings about the city.
I said my peace.
I think I’m getting sick.
I won’t go Negative Nancy on you.
Just know that NYC is the pits. (Oh, but NN strikes again…)
If anyone is wondering, I would very much like to eat, sleep, and breathe in a museum. You’ll find me under a Rembrandt.
How was your weekend? Any vignettes you’d like to share?