These are my flip flops.
If you find them floating in a big melted puddle on the sidewalk, you'll know it was me.
It's 100 degrees (really--not exaggerating, not kidding) in the Y.O. right now and I am DYING!
It's too hot to wear earrings.
I'm afraid my underwires are going to set my t-shirt on fire.
At 5 o'clock this morning, I had to take my sister's dog for a walk (long story--not a big deal) so we went down to the waterfront in Irvington.
This totally revived my desire to be Quince, M.E. although I can't imagine fitting my stash onto a houseboat.
Really, though, it was gorgeous. There is something so wonderful about living so close to the Hudson River. And even though it was 80 degrees at 5 a.m., there was still a lovely river breeze. The surface of the river was like silk and the bridges were shrouded in mist. Just amazingly gorgeous.
And then the sun hit the windows on the houses above Piermont across the river and took my breath away.
And then I realized that my sister has a really funny red haired Dog named Lucy and I just called her and told her she has to get a black cat and name him Ricky!