I don't know quite how it's possible, but it would seem that it's more than a year since we last checked in with one of the Café's original virtual crushes, the lovely and presumably somehow (although it's really rather beside the point) talented Mr. Upen Patel.
As another weekend of summer-into-fall passes, he's definitely a more restful thing to contemplate than our last two days, chockablock as they were things like yet more picture-hanging and another round of sorting, tossing out, and generally trying to turn this apartment into something vaguely homelike. It even involved a ladder, although not quite so much lounging insouciantly against it as Mr. P. is indulging in...
How DOES he do it?
ReplyDeleteLean and pout at the same time? It's an art. Or a gift. Or something.
DeleteI am helpless in the presence of a strong cleft chin. I cannot be responsible for my actions.
ReplyDeleteGet in line, sister!
DeleteThat chin!
ReplyDeleteGoodness gracious. I need a sit down.
It would appear that he has a headache from the pressure of being so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWell, I suppose it is rather a burden. Not one I'd know all that much about, mind you, but still...
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