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Ahoy, mates!

I was planning to post something this morning, but I put it off too long, and now my blogging mojo is all gone.  I also mostly forgot what I wanted to say; I think it was something about how gangsta rap really helps to make cleaning the house a lot funner, because it causes you (me) to feel generally better about life, and you can dance around a lot.  Granted that no one is home and all the shutters are closed tightly in the event of dirty old man neighbors with binoculars.

Anyway, I think I also wanted to tell you that yesterday Matthew and I went to the Pottery Barn outlet and scored a TON of awesome stuff for crazy cheap by Pottery Barn standards, and I am currently sitting in my brand new office.  It is amazing, and I have high hopes that my writing will improve dramatically now that I’m out of the dark little hallway where my old desk was.

I WOULD show you a picture, but my beloved baby camera is BROKEN.  I think I just wore it out too much in South America.  Needless to say, I am considerably distressed about this.  Thank goodness I have tons more pictures from the trip to post until the camera is fixed!

Like this one, of a parrot eating a french fry.   It’ll have to hold you over for now.  Bye!