Off to the Azores tomorrow.
Turns out we’re not the only ones heading there.
So’s Hurricane Otto.
I love the mid-Atlantic swerve it’s going to have to pull off in order to toss a tree onto our hire car.
– a useful term for a smudge of coffee/chocolate on the bridge of one’s nose, and my submission to the latest edition of the English Language as she is spoke. I couldn’t find any proper pics of a cappuccinose online. It’s sort of a cross between this:
A photo & headline link to a story on Yahoo:
I mean, is that something I’m meant to want to read? It’s too bald, too matter of fact. I need my sex murders sold a little better. Tease me, flash a little ankle, don’t just lay it flat on a plate like that. Just a note for the future…