A long weekend.

What a weekend...

Very recently, we decided to indulge and hire a cleaning lady.  As she left on Friday, I asked her (in broken Spanish) if she would consider marrying me.  I think she was more alarmed than flattered, but I didn't care.  I'd never seen my apartment cleaner and I want to shout my love for her from the rooftops.  If you are looking for an indulgence, I would highly recommend a cleaning lady, preferably one who does not speak a word of English and measures in at 4 feet, 6 inches.   At least that's what worked for me.

To celebrate I bought flowers from the bodega and decorated the place. You can't beat a bunch from the bodega.

We spent the weekend eating out and enjoying the weather.  I had a drink next to Ben Stiller on Friday night.   Everyone at his table was laughing loudly and often.  And on Sunday, I didn't even complain that Mr. DD had to bring work to the park with us.  His computer screen made for a nice backdrop for a photo.

(Hey DC, I see your cherry blossoms and I raise you even more beautiful cherry blossoms....Don't mind me, I'm just bitter cause you seem to have so much of Mr. DD's time these days.)

On Saturday I skyped with my youngest niece, the wildflower (not to be confused with my older niece, the rose).  We discussed why throwing things at her teacher was never a good idea when trying to avoid nap time and when I asked her how old she thought I was.  She guessed "60?"

Sunday was not easy.  We visited our dearest 104-year-old friend who is not long for this world.  If you ever need to fall totally and completely in love with your husband all over again, watch him as he holds the hand of an 80 pound woman and tells her how much he loves her as she lays unconscious in her bed. If that doesn't do it, I don't know what will...

Happy Monday, y'all :)