Why? How?
All I remember is that I was sleeping.
I awoke in a lush, bricklain desert villa. Had I just been drinking too much tequila?
No.
Maybe.
With the fog still in my eyes, I stepped out onto the veranda.
I had no idea who she was, but I wanted to be her friend.
Auburn-reddish locks, and no panty lines. Very yummy.
Must be in the Sonora Desert. Her clothing suggests the cool nights and mornings of that region.
The attire also suggests something else, but this is a high-class blog, and we don’t cast aspersions lightly here.
I’m thinking maybe New Mexico: Land of Enchantment, as there appears to be some magic in those pants.