Palms Springs Weekend!

Sounds like a porn movie or one of those jigglefest movies like Hot Dog, The Movie or Tomb Raider but sad to report, it was just a low key weekend. There was some gratuitous nudity -- I did scamper around our backyard sans underwear. Because I could, really. I mean, what's the point of having 10 foot high fichus hedges if isn't so you can sun your buns?

We laid low, me mostly vegging out trying not to eat too many cinnamon rolls (one of my true weaknesses) and M. lining up all the contractors this week. I am back at my desk, working on that work stuff, while M. is figuring out how to spiff up the place. Right now, we are down to: windows, floor, bathrooms and kitchen. I have to say that I am indeed much more picky than I used to be, which I guess is a good thing. Details I never would have noticed (or cared about) like non-parallel drawer edges or 1/2 inch gaps between appliances sticks out to me.

Now why is it my desk is a catastrophe?