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.)
Happy Monday, y'all :)