You guys, I am useless when I have to work at The Coffee Bean. Not that I'm not unappreciative of its ability to provide me Internet access when my DSL fails me, but this particular one has only two outlets, both of which force me to sit somewhere near the surface of the sun and squint and wear sunglasses in order to see my screen. Half the time this means I don't even have a good sense of what I'm looking at in the photos. I am reasonably sure this is Fabiola Beracasa, but if you e-mailed me and said, "How could you not notice that she's wearing a vest made of parrot feet?" then my response would be, "Because I am 90 percent blinded by the sunlight." Parenthetically, my home phone and DSL provider (who shall remain anonymous, but it rhymes with Way Fee & Fee) is going to get an angry letter from me: I have two infants at home and no proper 911 service for a week now, and supposedly they're not fixing anything until Friday night. What if something happens to them? What if I were a cell-phone-free little old lady with no way to call anyone in an emergency? What if someone breaks into my house to steal the twins? What if there is a fashion emergency and I can't see the photos? What if I fall and I can't get up? What if my house explodes and the only thing standing is my land line, and no one can use it to call the authorities? What if Intern George only has my home phone number and he's been trying to call to invite me to his villa and he's about to give up because it just rings and rings and rings? Come on, Flay Schmee & Schmee. For real. IT WAS JUST A LITTLE RAIN. MY GOD. GEORGE CLOONEY. BABIES.
Ahem. On to Fabiola:
I am not ENTIRELY sure, but I think this is the stuff the Wynn casino in Las Vegas uses on the awnings over the table games, and/or that she is working catering at a Mystere-themed cocktail party. But since my eyes are not a reliable tool today, I need you to confirm or reject my assessment.
Ahem. On to Fabiola:
I am not ENTIRELY sure, but I think this is the stuff the Wynn casino in Las Vegas uses on the awnings over the table games, and/or that she is working catering at a Mystere-themed cocktail party. But since my eyes are not a reliable tool today, I need you to confirm or reject my assessment.
