thirty-two.
Spring, spring, spring~ I can taste you. You are so near and I am finding myself desperately impatient to welcome you. To eventually be rid of so many layers just to shield myself from the nippy winds and unpleasant chills.
That aside, I have people all ready to have their lovely properties landscaped. A gentleman even had the guts to ask me out but I declined him (I knew he was married, how devious!).
But the second man was unattached. I have consented to one lunch date on Saturday because I'm terrible and I want lunch at that place on the Lower East Side. ♥ I could have gone along but~ I don't know. A part of me just feels the need for some company.
Sisters, I'll grab you for a meal next week, I promise. ♥