The purging of the medicine cabinet has gone. Two bottles of Nyquil from August 2008 have hit the trash. I’m debating the 2000 Vicks Rub, because, really, it’s just a smelly thing. Maybe it’s still okay? Or maybe I’m just turning into my parents?
We’ve been here for four days and there’s much to report, but I’m drowsy from my burgers and beer and I need to be pleasantly in the mind set of relaxation as tomorrow is spa day. Just didn’t want to completely disappear from view.
For Art Basel, pink snails appeared all over Miami Beach, and they all still remains. Pie is making a game of counting them when she finds them. So far, she's up to nineteen.
