Domestic Space Goddess

What’s Jack up to? Jack is chilling as I write this. Wish I had time to chill like dear Jack. That’s okay. He’ll chill for me.

I’m a woman being hurled though space and time with lots to say and not enough time to say it. It’s been all work, work, work and none of it fun.

All this domestic stuff had me dreaming of pirates taking me away. No, not those kind but the sexy romantic sweep me away in tight breeches kind thank you very much.

I mean, hey if I’m swabbing the deck there might as well be a nice treasure at the end of the deal. Sigh.

Hey and did you all watch Part 1 of the Real Housewives of the NYC hot mess reunion special? I love it when the words come back to. They always do. Hello Camera! Ramona and her wildness. Kelly and the tears. There was so much Hot Messery that they need a part 2 next week.

And then I couldn’t even go to bed because they put The Hot Messes of New Jersey on right after. What?! Teresa is going for a French chateau look in her marble, granite and onyx house and paying only in cash. I’m saying no more.

Oh, Bravo how I love and hate you at the same time.

Ugh!
Kwana