This is the Mama Hart:
This is The Papa Hart:
This is Cordelia.
We are all waiting for an airplane to take us to San Francisco.
Well almost all of us. Cordelia doesn’t get to come because she doesn’t sit in seats so well. And I didn’t really feel like buying her a ticket. And I don’t really trust her with the baggage handlers. Sometimes she yells at strangers. I'm really not in the mood to sooth some ruffled baggage handler feathers. Talk about awkward.
Why are we heading west?
To visit him:
The Brother Hart.
(also known to some as Scot)
And her:
The Future Sister-in-law Hart
(some prefer to call her Lauren).
(some prefer to call her Lauren).
But really cause The Brother Hart is getting ready to graduate.
From Stanford.
With a PhD.
Dim Sum!
~See ya in CA
With a PhD.
In Mechanical Engineering.
Something to do with Robots.
Telerobotics to be exact. Whatever that means.
It’s too bad I stole all the brainiack genes and left him with a measly selection of leftovers.
Except for the fact that he’s older and had first dibs at the gene pool. Poor kid shoulda picked better.
But now I’m digressing. . . . .
Point is I’m heading to San Francisco and you know what that means?But now I’m digressing. . . . .
Dim Sum!
And Clam Chowder at Fisherman’s Warf!
AND THIS…
For those of you who have not visited Britex, please remedy this immediately. Thank you.
Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
EVERYONE should go.
Even those of you who don’t sew.
Even the Papa Hart has admitted it’s a cool place to visit.
True Story.
What is Britex you may ask? Well it’s only a little piece of heaven. A little piece of fabric heaven. It’s bliss. It’s a dream. It’s magical. It’s four levels of nothing but fabric, and thread, and trim, and leather and buttons. And I’m talking about the good fabric. Like Italian wools, and silk, and fine linen and cotton.
Do yourself a favor. Check out Britex's selection of online buttons.
I. CAN’T. WAIT!
~See ya in CA
Melisa & Cordelia
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