Laying Low

Believe it or not, I have absolutely no pictures of this weekend. Not a single one. So you will have to imagine the delicious Wanchai Ferry we ate Friday night while finishing out the Grisham movie week with The Pelican Brief.

Paint a picture in your mind of us running the Jingle Bell 5k Saturday morning. Of course in this picture my hair looks fantastic and I'm just glistening, rather then drenched in sweat, ok?

Then shift to the look of dissapointment in journalism as a whole when Tracy Wolfson chugged back some Cammy Cam juice. (There's an image I'm glad I dont have digitally).

Can't you just see my TV taken apart all over the living room floor in surgery to replace the color wheel only to find out I ordered the wrong color wheel?

We layed low this weekend. There's a point in most months budgets which I, and a friend who shall remain nameless, have dubbed "NOM" - No One Move. After all the obligations, there just isnt much room to move that week. So besides hustling that 3.1, we spent a lot of time as a family relaxing at home. It wasn't much of a sacrifice.