Palm Springs Weekend: Day 3
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Well, Shakespeare, I disagree.
Not all Roses are created equal:
Some are prettier.
On the third day, as expected, pink exploded in preparation for my sister’s birthday. Go pink or go home. That is the mantra both of my sisters have tattooed on their arms, and has been the words of wisdom they have lived by since their youth. I have always tolerated it, thinking they would eventually outgrow it; but NO: As adults, the pink problem has actually gone worse. Well, I suppose it’s better than opaque couche.
Pink explodes, yet again. Happy Birthday, sis!