It is true, real true: every morning I would wake up with that long meticulous train of sugar ants from the balcony to the kitchen sink via the ceiling. ants walking like little loyal soldiers walking upside down before my morning coffee had become unbearable. and Daniel at Monster Pest Control is the guy, who comes with the round tin barrel to explain me a thing or two about ants.

with “ants are sociable insects” he thought he would put me at ease and rest assured that it wasn’t my fault. was I maybe somehow too insisting in trying to demonstrate with the most impossible ruminations that ants were really everywhere? like my pasta, beans, cookies blah blah blah?

I guess, but how more appropriate of them to come and take on my house, those little sociable beasts! that fine red line that makes everybody believe I am a sociable animal by default reached insects too.

this summer has been the season of ” we are at home bored, what are you doing? we are going out with you” which, as a domino effect, has provoked a stay home series of events. first this blog became my refuge. then examiner.com reminded me I was going to loose my position as Miami Fashion Examiner if I weren’t producing. then, CBSlocal.com hired me for writing The Best of … whatever bar combination God lays on earth.

PS I saved the turtle from the fumigation vapors, she’s safe, sound and starving as usual. 

Also: there’s never one too many times I can repeat how much I loved the Missoni’s wedding of the year.