Oh God, she's doing it again.

The title is a quote from Steve as I imagine him in my head – wearing a flowery apron, washing dishes as the children tug on his pants and beg for scraps from the leftovers crowding the fridge. In my imaginary vision, Steve is imagining me (you with me?) reclining by a stone patio in my bikini, sipping a creamsicle and laughing coyly to myself as other people's children frolic in the pool. Of course, in Steve's imagination I weigh only 110 lbs and have a certain glow about me... you know how it is.

Hi everyone! I'm in Los Angeles! Without! My! Children! Yay!

And guess what? I haven't even felt guilty yet. I think it helps that Steve didn't just twist his ankle as I was walking out the door.

And while I'm technically here on business, Tim cleverly arranged things so that I arrived on a Thursday and am leaving on Monday, which gives me the entire weekend to Par-Tay! Woo-hoo! I'll keep you posted, yo. I mean dude. I mean homes. What do cool California chicks say these days anyway?