A friend of mine talked me into helping her move today. In 80 something degree weather, in the Valley (note to readers who aren't familiar with Los Angeles - the San Fernando Valley is always at least 10 degrees hotter than LA).
I tried to get some guys to come along, otherwise it's just going to be the ladies shlepping furniture all day, but no one except me is stupid enough to say yes.
The good news is that Mr. Movie Star gave me the keys to his place so I can use his pool while he's at Cannes. He offered to take me with him, but I stupidly let my passport expire.
Damn. Remind me not to let that happen again. Cannes with Mr. Movie Star would have been fun.