last week in six photos
1.
Do not care. Don't. Care.
Life goals. What a joke.
2.
Zucchini flowers, from the CEO. Very lightly coated and fried. Fabulous.
3.
A rabbi, blessing a load of dirt on my block. NO CLUE.
4.
Took my team to see the office spaces we are negotiating for. One space is new and has a view.
5.
One space is old and grand.
6.
Youngest was out late. Left me a note when he got home. Excellent role model.
Do not care. Don't. Care.
Life goals. What a joke.
2.
Zucchini flowers, from the CEO. Very lightly coated and fried. Fabulous.
3.
A rabbi, blessing a load of dirt on my block. NO CLUE.
4.
Took my team to see the office spaces we are negotiating for. One space is new and has a view.
5.
One space is old and grand.
6.
Youngest was out late. Left me a note when he got home. Excellent role model.
Comments
My friend Nina, who is Italian, swears by those fried zucchini flowers, but I maintain ANYTHING breaded and fried in oil probably tastes good.
Why would a rabbi bless that spot? I'm really mystified.
She describes it as Soccer Wrestling in 8 feet of water.
I would drown.