verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Lily...the essence of cool.  Cool, clean, smooth.  And very, very, very quiet.

That is such a lie. 

This little lady has enough energy to light Manhattan.  She's Thelma AND Louise. Standing all of  6 inches high, this little dahling diva rrrrreally rules the roost.  From her beautifully coiffed shag to her pale pink diamond-encrusted choker, she's got opera-soprano style, celeb, and well, spirit, shall we say.  She sparkles.  Literally.  She's never ever without her bling. When she zooms by (which is always), dizzying dazzling sparkles sprinkle the air in her wake. And when Lily's around, there's no doubt whatsoever about what's happening next and what your particular part's going to be.  Don't even THINK of tip toeing past.  She's all over it and voicing her opinion about it, besides.

But then too, there's her heart. It's as big as her sparkle. Once she knows you, you're in.  You're so in.  She'll shower you in love and adoration,  giving little diva kisses while telling you how perfect you are,  and she'll see to it herself that you are made to feel comfy, cozy, and cared for at all times.  

She's a handful--one mighty hot ticket.  I've grown very fond of her in the past year.  She keeps me on my toes and barely one step ahead.  She has certainly brightened my world.  That's so hot, it's cool.


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