Slim and I are in East Hampton.
(He is singing "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" in the other room.)
Wanted to live-blog for you from the Jitney, but I got carsick instead.
A guy rapped on the door early this morning because he had noticed some temperature fluctuation in the house and wanted to make sure it was not being burgled of wicker furniture and theatrical posters, ostensibly. He seemed much flustered by my greeting him in my brief jersey romper.
Oddly enough, someone knocked on the door of my Greenpoint apartment at 7.30 yesterday morning. I made Slim answer. He returned to say,
"It was on old man. He wanted to know if I had the keys to his pizzeria."
2 comments:
That is not me, but the romper is very like that.
This girl is really to slim :O
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