Last night of the processions and Olvera Street is all candlelight and marigolds — there was no way I was staying home for this one. Come stand in the glow with me?
Last night of the processions and Olvera Street is all candlelight and marigolds — there was no way I was staying home for this one. Come stand in the glow with me?
The barbell can wait — I found a better way to get my heart rate up before the first client shows. Care to come count the reps with me?
The party spat me out and sleep never stood a chance, so now I'm up trimming marigolds for the Day of the Dead celebration at the pier. Come walk the procession with me?
One heel made it home, the other is up for negotiation, and this costume barely survived the night. Halloween isn't over until I say it is — think you can keep up?
Danced the skeleton paint right off and found the only quiet room in the house. Tell me you wouldn't just stand there and watch.
Body paint's almost dry and I'm still not sure if this costume counts as brave or just shameless. Which one are you hoping for?
Costume for the Halloween party finally showed up and I'm doing a fitting in the living room. Question is whether this is too much or exactly enough. You tell me.
Ten minutes between clients and I'm spending them on the floor instead of lunch. Come claim the next slot?
The alarm hasn't even gone off and I'm already up filling the shaker — a whole weekend of classes ahead and I want the head start. Come train with me at sunrise?
Thirty restaurants under one roof across town and I still can't decide what I'm hungriest for. The dress won the argument anyway. Come be my taste-tester?