Did you miss me? I'm back from my London weekend. Saw two old friends from Smith, admired one's baby and the other's engagement ring, took in a bit of culture, and filled a suitcase with the much-sought potato crisps.
But the bulk of the weekend was spent with two great guys. One is tall, dark, responsible and upstanding; the other is devilishly charming and attentive. One fed me well and did my laundry; the other bought me cigarettes and cheeky underwear. Of course, both are stunningly handsome. Honestly, how is a girl supposed to choose?
So I didn't. Come on, this is me, you know nothing happened with either one.