Found this little guy across the street from my daughters' gym. Cupid was Venus's son, you know, and I am not sure how he became so cherubic as he was a rather lusty and very grown up fellow. Maybe it was because his mother was such a helicopter parent, so people could never disconnect the two. Talk about your controlling moms! She trapped him in his room when she didn't like his girlfriend. Worse yet, she tried to get the girl to jump to her death. Still, you gotta love her. Literally. You do. She was the goddess of love.
Are you sick of my blabbering on about my novel yet? No? Then check out The Goddess Lounge-inspired menu created by Desiree over at The Restless Chef. After which, check out the interview with me at writer Traci Moore's website. You are sick of my blabbering? I'm sorry. By the way, did I mention that you are having a FANTASTIC hair day? And those shoes! Wherever did you find them?
I like to think of this blog as a virtual sort of spa day or night out with friends. We relax, we laugh, and we get a little perspective from the goddesses and wise women who've come before us. So exhale, slip off your shoes, and turn off the phone. It's time to Begin Again.