Fresh

I'm back from Italy, and yes I had a fabulous time. I know you are keeping a list of places I will and will not move to, so put Tuscany at the top of the "will" list please.

I'm moving this weekend. Ugh. I hate moving. While I was away they found someone to rent my apartment, though, so I'm not losing any money. Phew.

While on the trip, the 12 year old had a bit of a romance with an Irish cutie. She always had to approach him, even though he kept glancing at her as if willing her to walk over. She looked at me and asked, "Is that what they do?" "Is what what who does?" I ask. "Boys. They ignore you so you'll come and talk to them?" That pretty much covers it.

I have a dirty little secret. I don't spend a lot of time sleeping - I go to bed late and get up early. So I watch a lot of late night TV. Not the Leno/Letterman kind. The Nick at Nite kind. The secret is this - I often laugh out loud while watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. For real.

I have to go back to work in two weeks. Where does the time go?