Wheels up, again...

The long national nightmare of awards season is almost over, but first it's the 87th Academy Awards this Sunday. For a cherry on top of the weekend, my boss and her boss decided to host a publicist  breakfast on the Wednesday AFTER the Oscars, so I'm in LA until next Wed night. 

Ah well - it could be worse. Like record-setting low temperatures in NYC overnight. 

Final image for a bit - Greta, pawing through the basket of laundry I folded, put this shirt on to prove to me it was Mommy's and not hers. I'm still not so sure. I am very sure Lincoln needs to clean his room more often. Sheesh.