Sitting here at the dining room table on a Sunday morning with my sweet husband. I'm wearing my pink pajamas, pink robe, and pink piggy slippers. The paper is strewn across the table amongst now empty coffee mugs and the rind of a brie wedge. We are listening to French Cafe Pandora. Tonight I am going to perform at a birthday party and teach the ladies a striptease, then coming home to watch Vicky Cristina Barcelona and eat homemade potato leek soup with crusty bread. Hopefully I'll be able to fit rearranging my bedroom furniture in there somewhere.