photo credit: the_vampire_hanna
Today I’m off to boxing class, and then to the Connecticut wedding of my dear friend C. and her lovely about-to-be husband S.
Punching plus nuptials. How apropro.
On Friday, C. asked me if this was my new favorite word. Apparently, at least on that day, I was saying it as much as she said “L.B.,” which is most definitely her favorite, if not word, pairing of initials.
Yes, C., it is. Followed closely by “passel,” “crankinsence,” and “gruner veltliner.” And after that, “lobster roll.”
In honor of another successful Happy America Day, plus the fact that Your Unemployed Daughter managed to get a seat and avoid a fist-fight aboard the Montauk-Penn cattle car o’ doom – not to mention that her freelance office is closed and she is “working from home” tomorrow – she gifts you with this: Purty sunset pics. Gratis!
what price, sunset?
Good, right?
But I wonder. Everyone gets soooo excited about sunsets: where to go for the best view, waiting for an hour with rapt attention for 5 minutes of bliss, pondering the potential of “a good one” from the afternoon on … And then delivering passionate rankings from 1-10 when the pinkish/reddish/orangish hue finally appears and that fiery thing descends in the sky.
