A Wife in New York
This is my wife, Angelica. It’s six o’clock in the morning. She’s happy… but in a hurry. That’s why she’s eating breakfast standing up. Cause she has to run off and do some shopping… in New York. (As a footnote, since this photo has now entered the global internet sphere, my wife would probably want everyone to understand that this old and stained sweater she’s wearing is only used for traveling, and will quickly be disposed of as soon as she buys something new.) This is our