Yes, Mom. Still.
In other news, I came home from an 8+ hour brunch and opened my apartment gate’s latch into my face. More specifically, into my eye. Doubled over in pain, I immediately called my best friend, because there is so much she can do from her house 3 miles away if my eye is going to fall out. Mostly, I just didn’t want to pass out alone in a pile of my own eye juice. (Shout-out to Fawn) Don’t worry, friends… eye is intact. Distinct possibility of black eye tomorrow. (Fingers crossed. I’ve been waiting 31 years for one of those bad boys).
Brunch for life.
-Bev
2 Comments
Madge
February 9, 2015 at 6:26 amEye juice and brunch? Yes! On the topic of eye juice. R told me the sound of my eye juice was awesome. (Scratchy eyes allergy season). Missed you- no Kimmie haircut or Grammy posts?
beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
February 9, 2015 at 6:54 amThere will be a full Grammy rundown when Bev is sober. (Full Grammy rundown = analyzing Kimmy K, Queen Bey, and possibly Chrissy Teigen.