It's always going to be a slight let down when you have such a lovely weekend, then it comes to an end. Spending time with Tara and Margie (and Darth Vader) is a good thing. We ate lots of good Indian food (twice!). Saw a funny movie (Knocked Up) and just hung out, in between Tara's shoots.
The weather was gorgeous, making Tara think it was always like that in Minnesota. Today…an altogether different, humid story.
And I should be seriously happy, because our five new window treatments (read: really lovely neutral honeycomb shades) arrived last week, and for the first time in three years, I don't have to make mad, naked dashes from the bathroom to my bedroom, thinking that the hand towel is really covering my entire ass while i run…
And the whole front row ticket thing. And the fact that my buddy Tim taped Crowded House on Conan O'Brien for me.
And the fact that I've got everything I truly will ever need right now in my life.
But somedays, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and…courtesy of crabby kids and peri-menopausal hormones, you basically just feel like ka-ka du friggin' jour.
Know what I'm sayin', homies?