You’ve Got Mail

We’re back from a lovely and relaxing week at the beach.  There’s nothing better than sleeping in, waking up to salt in the air, sand in your sandwich and happy hours on the beach.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that hubs got pooped on by a bird?  Again?  Oh and then again.  Yep, once on the beach and once on the boardwalk.  That makes his grand total for the summer four.  FOUR.  I figure as long as I have that man with me I should be in the clear.

We’re back to New York and back to work.  Here’s to one very full inbox.

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