Tomorrow.

While it is cold and raining here here, this is where I'll be:



Palm Beach. The land of the filthy rich who carry small dogs in their purses, wear Lily Pulitzer and Lacoste and smoke foul smelling cigars.

Oh, sure, it's a work trip for YESH and I, but for 48 hours, I'll feel the sun and sand, get to see my pedicure in something other than Uggs or socks and will sleep with my balcony door open.

And yeah, I'm totally rubbing it in.