Escape from New York

Today I am going to a land far far away. To a place where peacocks (excuse me while I giggle at that word) roam freely. Yes, I realize that I can just as easily see peacocks strutting in Chelsea, but it’s just not the same thing.
Have a fabulous Sunday. Go to the park or something. Put on your iPod and strut to the Sheena Easton song of the same name. Do it outside, though, instead of in front of your full-length mirror. I promise you’ll look really sexy and not at all like an idiot.
Have a stunning Sunday.