I’m realizing that most people who read my blog get it emailed to them, and while I’m busy saying buenos weekend bitches, you’re reading this on Monday morning. Those are two distinctly different mewds. Per Sunday, as I’m writing this, I’m listening to this Ritt Momney kid and watching Major watch a squirrel on the back deck. I had a cinnamon swirl pancake for breakfast and I’m starting Season Two of Search Party. forwarding to Monday, I am less than enthused about the 3945 zoom meetings ahead of me, but I’m excited to work on a really rad new client with Kilt, go skiing on Wednesday and get this coat in the mail from Rent the Runway. I’m in Aspen, a place where the green drinks flow like wine, where beautiful women instinctively flock to the Salmon Benedict at the Little Nell and my back doesn’t hurt because the floor isn’t concrete.
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