This morning I walked to the subway and my whole path was sprinkled with red glitter. Somehow, this seems even more fabulous than a red carpet walk. Surely glitter is a harbinger of some unutterable amazingness, something so fine a red carpet just wouldn’t do … But at the Atlantic Avenue subway station? Guess I’ll just have to trust.
Stop by Two Writing Teachers for the rest of today’s slices.
(Don’t be cross. I know that’s the most pathetic excuse for a post as you could ever see, but I’m ridiculously tired. I promise a more respectable offering tomorrow … or at least a longer one.)