Although I wasn’t leaving, I was coming home. And I don’t live in New York, New York anymore – so my apologies to Frank Sinatra for all this mess. I’m confusing, but I’m not completely insane. We drove through the city yesterday to get home (when I say “the city” I mean NYC. Always. Forever. The End. You should follow this rule too. It’s the right thing to do.)
We hit the George Washington Bridge just when the sun was poking through amazingly, thick black and white clouds. It was tropical and thunderstormy and beautiful. Thunderstormy isn’t a word? It is on my blog.
I took pictures because I knew you wouldn’t believe me unless I had proof. I left my big camera at home so these are my handy iphone pics. iheart my iphone camera. I forgot how fun it is. I hereby promise to use it more.
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Jun 04, 2012 @ 19:22:31
*sigh* I love moments like these. Of course, I also get jealous of moments like these. And you know what’s better than epic nature moments? Making up words and doing whatever you’d like because it’s your blog. So there. If this is what your mouth would say then there is no reason why your fingers couldn’t. That’s like, body part discrimination…or something.
Jun 05, 2012 @ 11:41:23
So glad you understand me!
Jun 05, 2012 @ 21:36:13
Wow! Awesome!