Stalkers

I don't know, but I think I'm being stalked.  My own fault.  I'm fabulous.  I'm so fabulous almost everyone either hates me or stalks me.  Just please, don't hate me AND stalk me. Not sure how Clooney and Conan cope...except they don't give out maps to their bedroom.  Like I do.



Just for Me?  He knows me so well. But how?

When a stranger waves from your swimming pool, you say, okay the clever guy got past security.  But how do they get on your computer screen?  How?

Do one google search for "silver jewelry" and pretty soon, every time you open a screen,  SilverSea, John Hardy, and Novica are jumping out at you. Go away, Blue Nile.   On top of that, I also get ads for fine jewelry in Spanish.  How do they know I live in Mexico?  How?

And I'm serious here....... it's creepy.  Because, think about it.

Check the twisted smile, the Jack Nicholson eyes.  Does he look sane to you?  Maybe.  Probably.  Yes, actually.  I mean here's a man that pairs and wears hot pink and orange....it's starting to make sense now.  He's not psychotic.  He's branding.

And I love the silver bangles, all texture and pave-like.  With gorgeous settings and great colors.

John Hardy, you're looking good.   I'm re-thinking the whole restraining order thing.  Okay, this relationship could work.  ~  Carolyn in Mexico