SOUP & TEA & TEA & SOUP

I got run over by the flu truck.
Laid flat.
Plowed down.
I can't even remember the last time I had the flu and my friend Holly says it gets worse as we age, but I can honestly say I thought I might be dying.
My fever finally broke this morning and though I'm left with a hell of a cold and eyeballs that ache and I'm weak as a noodle, I'M ALIVE!
I'M ALIVE!

KID DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU'RE FRIGHTENED

CLOWN CAR

Multiple birthdays, slices as big as babies and cookies to the max in the good ol' dirty Jers.

THIS POST

For my mom.

UP IN THE STUDIO

A milk and cookie appetizer. Why didn't I think of that???

GIT WITH IT

J and I took a ride out to Bed-Stuy to mess up our minds on some Pascale pastries.

Felt nice to be back on a bike, even in the cold.




J reluctantly left this beauty behind.
But brought this beauty home.
Have fun touring the world, wooly jacket.

PLOT THICKENS

Somebody moved to Brooklyn for the holidays...

FAUX SHOW

My tree is up and running.
The heat, on the other hand, is a different story...