An Apology to Jimmy Buffett.

Good news!

Stop judging my chipped nail polish.

I found my rings! (I lost one in the abyss of my sister’s car awhile ago, so I’ve been making due with just two of them. I won’t blame Jimmy for the loss of one.)

They were in a pocket of my purse and not in or around the kind of swampy ladies room at the Nikon Theater at Jones Beach.!

…I’m ridiculous.