Lunamania

This weekend I savored every minute of my non-office time and ran around seeing friends and watching questionable TV shows.
I finally saw Million Dollar Baby. I think Chris P was disappointed that the "surprise" ending did not involve revelations that Hillary Swank was a transgender person. But hey, she did that movie already. I enjoyed the requisite tub of popcorn, the matinee price--yes, there are theatres that still have matinee discounts, and the previews for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Oh and Million Dollar Baby was pretty good too.
The weather finally cleared up and my Martha Inspired Monkey and I commemorated the release of that homemaker cult leader by mucking around the "garden." The Monkey weeded, mulched, landscaped what looked like an entire forest, planted some fuzzy moss, and moved the 200 lbs of decorative rocks the previous owners thought would look stylish scattered all about. I replanted my rosemary twig and moved my snail riddled mess of mint. I happily put my compost soil to use. It's so rich that I fully expected bionic rosemary and mint by the end of the evening. Alas, it seems that I'm going to have to wait a little longer.
In line with the East Bay lesbian theme, we spent the rest of Sunday cooking dumplings and watching the L Word. I swear they have the costume designers from Charmed working that show, but minus the camp factor. The only thing lesbian about that show is the lack of any self-deprecating humor. At any rate, it was definitely an experience and the company was excellent.
Now it's back to the grind...