It is Mother-Daughter Getaway Weekend.
Oh how I suffer.
It is 70 degrees. At home the yard is burried in snow.
I may never go home.
This morning I walked two miles, jogged three miles…and about to hit up a pilates class.
The view looks like this:
And the view from our balcony:
The spa, where I just may need to splurge on a massage:
And the pool, where you can find me all weekend long:
Tragic. Simply tragic.