Optimum optimism (all that I can muster)

I really, REALLY miss blogging. But instead of unloading the 1 MILLION reasons why I've been away, I'm celebrating the half-full glass from which I'm currently sipping.

Like right now -- guess where I am. Home? Nope. Office? Kinda. I'm "working" at a dress rehearsal of The Scarlet Pimpernel. No really.
And although it's 10 p.m. (at intermission) and I'm putting in some seriously long work hours, having clients like a theatre company, a swanky day spa and a luxury resort property on Laguna Beach makes it bearable. Oh and there's my largest project as executive producer/understudy performer/writer of a rock show/musical/school assembly program for kids. Working hard never felt so good!

Then there's the shoebox, ahem, APARTMENT we call home. You'll probably remember that it's located directly above heaven:
The good news is that I have an excuse to pop in "just to browse" anytime the spirit moves me. The bad news: even if I had extra cash, I could not possibly fit one more thin whisp of cotton in my sorry excuse for a closet (believe me, I've tried.) (And so help me, Chris, I'll keep trying!)

Speaking of the apartment, I'm very pleased with our bedroom decor:
Luckily, our queen-sized bed fits perfectly into the alcove in the bedroom. UNLUCKILY, our queen-sized bed fits perfectly into the alcove in the bedroom, which means making the bed is DIFFICULT! At least I get to look up at my happy yellow shade every night as I drift away to dreamland.

Which reminds me. Before we left D.C., Chris created a hybrid of my perfect dream man: Jermaine + ROB!
Oh Chris, you really know how to win over this girl! Even after (almost) seven years...

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