I am vacationing in paradise. And I'm hoping to never come back. Although I'm pretty sure that the next family that is due to move into this house on Saturday will take issue with a party of 6 hiding in the bedroom closet. (One of TWO closets in my bedroom. Along with a bathroom. With double sinks. And a jacuzzi tub. Le sigh.)
Not to mention the oceanfront location and the pool in the backyard. And the hot tub. Which I have been too busy to even try yet. You know, stuffing hummus in my piehole and drinking margaritas. My life is HARD, people.
Yesterday, I spent the morning at the spa. Yes, you read that right. My fantabulous neighbor, for whom I did a really easy and barely even noteworthy favor, arranged a SPA DAY for me yesterday. I had a hot stone pedicure and a massage in an outdoor gazebo, just steps away from the sound. It was lovely and relaxing. Every time the massage therapist took her hands off me, I was silently begging, "Oh PLEASE don't let it be over yet. PLEASE."
My kids are being thoroughly entertained by their cousins. I am being thoroughly entertained by my assorted in-laws. I've been reading, writing, swimming, laughing, EATING A LOT, and drinking my fair share of chardonnay and tequila. (And I've only done ONE load of laundry. AND, the laundry room has TWO WASHERS and TWO DRYERS.
Did I mention I'm never coming back?
The decor in this house is extraordinary. One might say over the top. I'll be back with some documentary evidence. Seriously, until last night, I was too lazy to even lift my camera. I'll just give you a preview. Palm trees.