Vuitton Waffles.
Pedro, we will eat these in paradise.
We’ll call them Classy Cakes! And, of course, by “paradise” you mean our Full-House-house in San Diego…
…dream with me…
…We’ll have them in our sunlit breakfast nook overlooking the bay. I’ll bitch to you about the New York Times front page over my trendy glasses everyone knows I don’t need (but look *great* in anyway), while you grade papers and ignore me over some morning cocoa.
Anna will stumble upstairs from her basement apartment and the three of us will spend the rest of the morning discussing the latest lady she’s been laying with, just before we hop in the classic 50’s convertible Stuart renovated in the garage and head for Tijuana for a beach weekend (Kym is meeting us there. She went early so she could smuggle cheap prescription meds for everyone…we love our little drug mule).
Words cannot even describe how much I needed to read this. Please write about my future more often!
We’ll call them Classy Cakes! And, of course, by “paradise” you mean our Full-House-house in San Diego… …dream with me…...