I’ve been moved, Chipmunks. Moved to go where this blog has never gone before.
Into the depths of my big, beautiful brain.
Who have we to thank? Well, we could call her Siri, but I prefer Annie Leibovitz, because my new phone takes such beautiful pictures. That, ultimately, is why I got her.
Come, let us look at all of the profound musings A-Leib has inspired since coming into my life last Friday…
If cars ran on hay, and horses ran on gas, I’d be okay with us running out of gas.
Is there anything hot glue, a ball of twine, and an intense desire to mask inner turmoil with superficial beauty can’t do?
Sometimes, as the sun goes down, I wonder why all them “Twilight” haters hate. The protagonist is the epitome of quiet, selfless inner strength. She’s also a pretty good cook.
Man’s best friend can help us cherish simplicity: fresh air, open fields and sunny skies. And all the deer poop you can eat.
When one looks for signs to lead them down the right path, one often finds pebbles in one’s shoe.
I believe inner peace can be found in the most unexpected places. Like someone else’s backyard. …Or jail.
Happy Thursday! What’s been on your dead sexy mind lately?
P.S. – In case you were wondering, they’ve put in new trailheads on our street, and the trails lead to some pretty spectacular views. Yeah, man! This is Jersey!
Go Jules Go 