Everything in its right place

Weekend lovely; particles and the universe resolved.

Shame on me for not jumping in the lake earlier in my Wells career. However, now I've got photos of my handsomest of young men wading in the water in his briefs, and that is a fine thing to get me through the cold lonely nights.

This truly was the weekend of an ambassador's wife, or at least what one imagines an ambassador's wife's life to be like in an E.M. Forster novel. Traipsing around with the same group of friends in the sun, lounging about in the lake, drinking Bloody Marys in the afternoon, wine and cheese party in the evening (I feel like I should have one every weekend, but that will not only result in a necessity for 8 bottles of wine a week, but will also only serve to make security angry).

I really, really liked something Paul said regarding me and Mira: "They're so tender with each other. It's so pretty." Aw. Mwa!

Also, Jofish was kind enough to share with us The Best Name Ever Of An Actual Living Person (spelled phonetically): Setaporn Pornprawnlickit.

YEEEES.

I will repeat: Setaporn Pornprawnlickit.