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the ambasciatori – but not now
City work means city pay. That’s a good thing.
This month I’ve been up to my eyeballs in facials and Decleor. Expensive shoes and tailored trousers. There’s satisfaction in spending cash that’s your own.
May 27 is special for me so I’ve been liaising with my jeweler and a personal shopper at Fendi. A cushion cut rock (something blue me thinks) or a bag-and-more. What to do?
I did the selfless thing (which, to be honest, I had always planned to do) and chose the Italian Riviera – because Tall Dark & Handsome has a thing for Italy and May 27 isn’t just about me.
Then Saturday came. And with it, a tax bill…..with four zeros on the end…..count ‘em….four…..before the decimal.
The Riviera will have to wait.
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Fendi personal shopper…..*dies*.
Fie to taxes!
Cheers to cushion cut! For some reason its not too popular here in the States, but I love it and hope to have a cushion cut ring someday, just not today because I am mailing my tax forms out this afternoon.
I know what you mean about the cushion cut. I think a lot of people are turned off because it doesnt sparkle like a brilliant. Same for the Old European and Old Miners. But I love them all.
Four?! And I thought three was bad. Sigh.
Taxes. *shiver*
Yeah, me too. Granted, I was just thinking about going to Peoria or something. . .
April 15 – Tax day. Debts. April 17 – Easter, all our eternal debt of sin, paid in full. Never too many zeros for Him. Eases the burden, huh?
so is this you speaking? i can’t tell when it’s you and when it’s a piece of creative writing. always wanted to vacation on the riviera.
Eep!
Joey,
Have a look just under the date of the post. You’ll see “filed under”.
When it’s fiction I’ll file it under ‘FICTION’. If it’s not filed under fiction….then it’s me blogging or telling a story about something that has actually happened.
The Vietnam story was fiction. The ‘Victorian House’ one was for real.
Unfortunately, this one is real too.
your short pieces pack so much character and nuance. i love it. nice work.
Beginning of the month is Ketel One and cheese by the ounce. End of the month is Kool-aid and ramen noodles. But at least it’s all MINE.
ooooh, that looks nice! I’m dying to go to Europe!
I can’t wait to travel to Europe. I really enjoy your writing and LOVE how fiction and real life seem to blend beautifully into one.
Ugh, I have to pay my taxes tomorrow…NOT looking forward to it.
I thought this was in Milan.
Leesa,
There are several Ambasciatoris in Italy. This particular one is the Grand Hotel Ambasciatori near the Amalfi Coast.
Grand Hotel
The only things that are guaranteed in this life are death and taxes.
Y’all could always go to The Redneck Riviera, although maybe you should wait until after the hurricane clean up.
What about getting some pampering massages while you are it? They are heavenly…
And taxes – urgggh!
Taxes. Ugh. I’ll miss the Riviera along with you, as I also won’t be traveling anywhere for quite some time. *sigh*