Back by popular demand

No, I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere. I went to D.C. for a work conference, finished up a final project for school and then went on spring break with the other 120 million Americans and Canadians who weren't scared off by the drug wars south of the border. All of whom were staying at our resort.

So, I'm back from my week long vacation in Mexico with Ace, where I became Monica Geller and switched hotel rooms three times. The third time was totally worth it because we got upgraded to a 5-Diamond resort where they rub your feet and little children blow dry your hair with feathers.

Overall it was an awesome vacation. I wish I could say that I did a lot, but I didn't. I ate, drank, slept, tanned, um, you know, and repeat. For 7 days. Heaven.

Then on the 5th day, well... Ace and I had an argument. Most likely fueled by too much sun and hooch. (Mexican hooch is the worst for that.) It could have been the topless sunbathing prune on the beach. I'm pretty sure I saw Ace flirting with it. On the 6th day, there was another argument, this time definitely fueled by too much sun and hooch. We're back to the 1st world and everything seems to be going ok. I think we were both under a lot of stress because of the drug lords... roaming all over the place. They were in the water, in the trees, in the pool, in the tamales... Geesh.

I've been back for a week and half, and so far, I've been working balls out on work and school. That's a lie. I've mostly been working on work. Yours truly is now the proud manager of seven unpaid interns, one graduate assistant and three freelancers. I fired a freelancer this week and replaced her with a new one. It felt good, crushing another person's soul. (kidding!) Tonight I'm editing a podcast and will post it on the www's. Pay no mind that I've never done this before... I'm making it up as I go along. This is pretty much my M.O. of late. Hopefully nobody catches on before I get this thing hot-wired.

Let's see... what else is going on at the chick haus? Oooh, over-achiever me got another A in a class. Don't ask me how. I slacked off like slacking off was my full-time job in that last class. (I'm dangerously close to topping that in my current class.) The hound dogs have moved into the Cottage full-time. It's all beagles, all the time. I'll save that for another post. It'll be a good 'un.