Don and I got up this morning, looked at each other, and knew, “It’s time to make our things smell better.” So we walked our laundry across the street, down an alley, and into the home of a woman who gave it back to us later that afternoon freshly pressed and smelling sweet (price: $4.00). We spent the rest of today meandering, swooning over lunch, and finding our way back to our dress shop, so that we could try on our new clothes and re-calibrate our custom order.
Yep, no question about it, when I think of Donny, the Buddha comes straight to mind. ππ
I don’t even want to know why, but I’ll take it as a compliment.