Making Lemons Out of . . . Well, You Know

Thanks to the recent hurricane business, we've found ourselves stranded - gasp! - here in Left Coast paradise for another day:

(credit: Hotels.com UK)

On our Pretty Scale of Unicorns and Rainbows, we rank this fortuitous event a 9.75 out of 10 for utterly sublime life perfection. It's rather akin to one's high school prom date calling to say he won't be able to escort you to the dance, but that George Clooney (loveyoumeanit, Anonymous Husband!) has offered to sub in, and by the way, HRH George would like to know what brand of champagne the lady prefers. So not exactly how you had pictured the event or week unfolding, but a substitution so far superior to the original plan so as to render you a bit speechless and wondering what you've done to deserve such luck. Rawther similar to how we hope She Who Shall Not Be Named feels about her baffling rise to stardom & millionairess income:

[we'd usually insert a picture here, but in the interest of not giving, ahem, name rhymes with "Laris" any additional, unwarranted PR, we hereby decline. Harrumph.]

So we'll be a bit delayed in our re-entry into the blogosphere this week, but promise to bring you our in-depth Lounge Chair Report and pictures later this week. Once we're done cavorting on the beach and pinching ourselves, that is. In the meantime, sending you all good wishes, particularly those in Ike's path.

We also hope you enjoy the Pretty's face-lift - our initial foray into plastic surgery, yay! - courtesy of the lovely Krystyn at Krizzy Designs. Krystyn was responsive, attentive to our every request, and affordable; in short, everything we'd hoped for in our surgeo . . .um, web designer, Smootches, Krystyn!