These are the things I want for the weekend:
My loving, precious husband.
Cambria by motorcycle.
Copious local wines with dinner.
Cheesecake with muscat glaze for desert.
Blissful forest views.
magical bauble purchasing.
Hearst Castle, finally.
Staring at the sea for at least one hour.
My delicious new Allende novel.
Notice this does not include such popular favorites as:
Psycho Development Directors.
Their weird teenage daughters who hang around all the fucking time.
Power outages mid-performance.
Uncontrollable weeping by myself and those I love.
Intimidating business luncheons.
Radio interviews with blowhard hosts.
Ceaseless nightmares about work.
All other earthly cares.
That last item is not actually something I have been experiencing alot of lately, but I just don't like hippies.
See you Monday.
Unless we run away forever.
That sounds pretty damn good, have to say...