...And then there was one..

Leaving Albert was awful- something akin to the ending of a Russian novel or a Meg Ryan/Billy Crystal movie break up. 

The agony...

MMB is safely in the van in her weird running shoes and Nordstrom purse. In a weaker moment months ago she thought it would be zany to sit in economy plus with F, but now she is weakening...mumbling things like: we better buy all our food now Frederick, because in Steerage we won't get any. 

I am gently reminding her that first class on virgin isn't exactly Lutèce, but if fois gras appears, I'll send it back. 

On a lighter note, below is a text I wrote to the driver yesterday thinking it was F. 

"Poppy says you need to throw away all underwear that is too small ... Can you do that before OE comes? Xx"

He picked us up with assurances that all his underwear fit.

So happy to be on our way. We have plans with some of my favorite Arab men in London, as well as the Austrians and  beloved London Brighams. 

But first, see you in New York

Xx

Thomas thought he needed to add the ridiculousness of my yoga magazine obsession . I don't do yoga, but I am a whiz at the magazine buying .....