i'm currently sitting in a coffee shop in noe valley while my new cleaning lady (along with two helpers) tackle my house. i don't think i've been this happy in months. and no, i feel absolutely no guilt about hiring someone to clean my house. largely because i don't have mixed feelings about how an extremely clean apartment makes me feel - it makes me feel SOOOOO good.
i'm trying to take full advantage of my few hours of freedom but i forgot a pen and that makes it difficult to: make notes for my book club, choose a couple of vineyards to visit tomorrow with the DOCTOR, cross things off my list. so instead of getting things done i'll probably head back to my place and stare at my shiny floors until i have to make my airport run.
i did spend some time catching up on my DVR last night (so much had collected over the thanksgiving week) which included watching the two latest episodes of without a trace (ABN questions how i can watch such shows right before bed and then sleep so soundly). did you ever notice that anthony lapaglia does this thing, when he's being all sexy and stuff, where slowly blinks, closing one eye and then the other...it's like a slow motion, delayed, wink/blink/lazy eyelid thing. as someone who can't even wink with her right eye, you can imagine me trying to show ABN what i'm talking about you...
i'm leaving you with this (check out :49....and about a million times after that)
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