AM condo counter top.
Papaya, cup o’ Kona dark roast, Happy Wife’s hand-picked flower arrangement, blogging gear, lingering evidence of PM Mai Tais, and that bowl. Not a bowl really, it’s a dried palm frond. It was a gift from the grounds crew given to Happy Wife when, sufficiently curious by the pruning of the palms, she quickly padded outside barefoot in her little black slip to inquire. Needless to say this held the burly worker men rapt for the duration.