Bubbles and me in NYC – still in Mulberry Street.
I thought I’d better start a new post so all of you didn’t have to spend hours scrolling through the comments… 🙂
Bubbles had this for dinner.
That is what it looked like before Tumbleweed savaged it. I had no hand, act or part of it. Or something like that.
Last night we met the wonderful Ayerishgrl. I was a bit apprehensive about introducing my Kansas friend to a LonG Islander. With good reason. Kansans can be savage. Brownback has nothing on TW. That girl is mad. Make her governor. She will sort them out.
Of course we got a little lost trying to meet up with the aforementioned imposter from LonG Island. Never one to be deterred I sweetly asked a complete stranger for directions. I usually start with “excuse me please” and it works a treat. He whipped out his phone and direction thingy and sent us across the street to our rendezvous . TW reckons it’s my accent. That’s the only thing I have going for me.
TW got a little antsy later in the night and called me a red cardinal. I want her to guest post about the Eiffel Tower that she saw from Mulberry Street, but she needs to apologise first.