We had worked hard, all day long.
Gigi came from behind the Orange Curtain.
Robbie came from The Valley.
Clearing boxes, cleaning glassware, pots, pans and tupperware. Unpacking towels, clothes, vases, framed artwork. It was one of our most productive days.
All day I'd been eyeing the bottles of wine, waiting for a break in the work. Finally around 2:30, after my third or fourth try to tempt the Yakkies into getting our wine-on, Gigi announced that it's five o'clock somewhere. Time for a wine, cheese and bread break. A break that turned into the end of our work day.
We spent a good long hour cackling and giggling our way through a bottle of red. At least, I think it was red. Maybe more like a plumb color. It complimented my crushed fingernail.
When it became close to actually being 5:00 our time, I was pretty lit. Andi got a burst of energy, Let's go to dinner! "A tavern? Around the corner? I'm there," chirped Gigi, who just moments before was gearing up to hit the road for a little romantic barbeque with the hubs. Robbie was ready to give Andi a tour of Hollywood. I was ready for bed.
The next thing I knew, Andi flitted out of her bedroom, cute as can be, ready to paint the town!
Yeah, she's doing juuuuuust fine!