Scrambled Eggs.

I realised this morning that I have been peeling eggs the dumbass way my entire life.

And that last night, I was a pretty big dumbass. And then I realised, it's ok. Because Patsy does it, and she's fab.

But then, maybe it is time for dancing with just slightly less amounts of champagne in my system.

It's a thin line to walk between elegance and grit. Perhaps there has just been slightly too much grit lately.
Perhaps I'm just hungover.


I hope I wasn't too much of an idiot.
Nah....I'm pretty ok.





Photo courtesy of Louella Pleffer.