My dear husband outdid himself this year. He arranged for the kids to stay the night with Grandma, and whisked me away to a surprise getaway. All he told me was to pack my toothbrush.
I forgot our toothbrushes. And a comb.
Oh well, packing three kids for the night, and packing us for unknown locales can be quite the hullabaloo.
We went to a charming B&B about an hour away. The breakfast was scrumptious and the accommodations perfect. It was decorated in the Victorian style of “too much is not enough” and the owners were as sweet as could be.
We then went and looked at furniture, did a little dreaming, and he promised to buy me some new stuff. Fun times!
After returning home, I took a little rest while Kevin took Aviana on a date to see “Annie”; the local theatre’s production. Then I picked up the other kids and we went over to our dear friends for some birthday fun and frolic.
At nine-months pregnant, I’m not really frolicking much these days, but I did take pictures of other people frolicking.
At 35 weeks pregnant and turning 35, a girl needs as much special as she can get. Thank you.