Funny you should mention the spa, dear. I just got off the phone with Mumsie (the poor thing is STILL babbling about her facelift--as if anyone missed it), and it reminded me that we need to get someone up to the Hill pied-a-terre to get that thing for Arnie. I had it in the Porsche this afternoon on the way to the yacht, but I took it in to check our messages before I left, and forget it next to the Degas. Whatever shall we do, my little ravioli? I'm already up the Snake, on the way to Sacramento for this week's session meetings in our 56 footer, and gosh, I have that thing with the party committee and I know you're in Palm Springs all month at that confab, and well, I just don't see either of us getting back to get it.
Do you think our houseboy Willie can send it to me, or were all his years in Sacramento just proof of what a useless lump he is? It's SO hard to get good help these days...not at all like our days in Tuscany, eh, bella?
LOL!!