Crossing the Lions Gate Bridge can be a huge pain in the ass at times, but coming over the bridge to the North Shore on a sunny day with the mountains practically glowing from the dusting of snow they received the night before has got to be one of the most spectacular views in the city, if not the world.

Pretty.

Interview went well – I won’t hear yay or nay until the new year, but the job sounds perfect for me so please think “yay yay yay yay” really hard at me. I’m home now and getting ready for the mystery dinner. I’m done being modest, so off comes the decency-inducing tank top under my dress, the demure shoes, and quite possibly the underwear.  WOO!