Lord have MERCY, but Tolstoy is tired. 🙁 I think the jet lag hit me a few days late…had to try really hard to keep myself from faceplanting into my keyboard at work…oy. And SpellCheck is keeping me honest…I massively suck at typing when tired…lol.
Misty Lovelace was shot at behest of my friend who was ordering customs, and I’m so glad she did…she was a HOOT! Tiny lil’ spitfire…I swear she seemed like 5 foot nothing inches tall when I stood next to her, but had enough personality and go-getterism for three people. 🙂 She just took control of the room and ran with it with a gregariousness (pffft…typed out that big word with no typos…lol) I rarely see; she was a real spitfire!
‘Nuff Tolstoy-blabber…here she is!