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.
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Are you really with your mom? That’s great. Oh how lucky you are right now! It’s cold, windy and rainy right now in good ol’ San Jose, California.
Have a ton of fun and I wouldn’t come home if I were you either. Can’t your husband just get a transfer through his work…oh-and you? No big deal, right?
Take care,
Shauna
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I feel your pain, you will be in my thoughts.
Get the massage. There is nothing better than a massage. But look who’s talking. My husband gave me $60 in cash for Christmas (along with the awesome oat roller) to use for a massage and I spent it on groceries. I am too practical for my own good.
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I am so jealous, words cannot even describe. That place looks like heaven. Have a great time!
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