
I love this desert get away. I can only imagine the views at dusk. I'm sort of concerned about the thing heating up like a terrarium at high noon.


I'd like to pretend that this pool house is really a diminuitive little cottage with a great lap pool, in the Cotswolds - far, far from any reality. And that there are no bugs here in the summer - but I think this is in Atlanta.






And having nothing to do with anything except that I need to get this off of my chest (and I like this photo - holy cow THAT is a beard to put any hipster to shame. You could hide all kinds of contraband in there. ) Is it just me or does it bug everyone when the barista at Starbucks (or any other stranger except for a sweet old lady ) uses 'sweetheart', 'hon' or 'dear' to address the customer. I'm told it's just me. Alright my dears. That's it for me on this Wednesday.