The best recipe for happiness

Oh, how I love going to luxury spa resorts. Just got back from spending a week at Canyon Ranch Lenox and am feeling mighty fine. Mommy's all exercised and pedicured, massaged and facialed. M'm, m'm, good!

Now if they'd only add a fabulously glamorous cocktail hour to the healthy living regime, I'd be a customer for life...

You get me closer to God

Just returned from visiting Grandpa for the first time since Grandma's passing. Immediately mixed myself a nice, stiff G&T (or three). He was so happy to see me, but told me that his house doesn't feel like "home" since she's gone away; it tore my heart out...

Our lives are filled with opportunities for so much pleasure, but also so much sadness. I feel like my trivial experiences have got to be a figment of someone else's silly dreams. Or, maybe I'm just really, really drunk...

Work In Progress

Thank baby Jesus, I got a job offer late last week. The new gig will require a ton of travel, but I'll still be HQ-ed here in Seattle. Better yet, it's a perfect excuse to do some serious shopping. (Mommy needs lots of new suits, handbags and fabulous shoes!)

I'm planning to give notice to my current employer tomorrow AM, so I should be outta that joint by month's end. Then, I don't have to report for my new job until 4/23, so I'll have three whole weeks to play. How many frequent flier miles and cocktail umbrellas/monkeys/swords do you think I can accrue in 21 days?

This Gun for Hire

Went to San Francisco for an interview on Friday and walked out of the meeting totally psyched; I felt like it'd gone really, really well. But, the more I replay the video of what happened in my head, the more I'm convinced that I completely blew it. Oh, the agony!

I should hopefully hear something this week. Until then, color me 99.9% distracted. I mean, if I don't get this gig, I'm going to run away and join the circus. Seriously. I am.