This weekend, after watching the ‘little gentleman friend’ as he ‘chased’ cars and bumblebees from the comfort of the top of the air-conditioning unit, I went to make good on our Mother’s day promise of ladies day, with massages and mexican food.

The following day K and I walked around the neighborhood, looking for estate/yard/get-this-stuff-outta-my-house sales.  We stumbled upon real life Ms. Havisham’s house, but we didn’t do a lot of digging through the boxes, we wer too afraid the walls would come crumbling down upon us, and we would never be found.

I was disappointed to find out that the footage I took this weekend somehow got pixelated, making for some seriously tough editing.  Also, for the record, going through footage of my loved ones faces after they’ve pixel-mutated is surprisingly disturbing.