... you come back from a lovely weekend in Ottawa to discover that your room was broken into and your antique jewelry stolen. Nothing else. Not your iPod, your SLR camera, your hard drive or even your other jewelry... just two rings that have been in the family for over 100 years that were given to me by my grandmother who passed away last summer.
But what can one do about it other than report the theft, finish a La Bottega sandwich, and hope karma comes through?
Oh, some fist shaking. Can't forget that.
I was just starting to like you, dammit.
No love, Meg.
At the Airshow
2 weeks ago