...a dweller of Brooklyn, an agent of children's books, a copywriter at Squarespace, a purveyor of snark, an employer of awkwardness, a lover of coffee, a mistress of bourbon, and an enforcer of comma-placement.
So, remember what I said about the balloons' inevitable fate out on my fire escape? Well, indeed. Here they are two days later. A few of them are down for the count. I'll probably have to climb out there soon and put them out of their misery.
Reader Comments (1)
They're still pretty, though.