today i leave for santa fe. an enchanted weekend away with hunkiest and the dearest of ones loved.

my bags are packed, my boots are shined.

my itinerary is a discourse in romance and relaxation.

 from the doors of our casita, feasting on the beauty foothills of the sangre de cristo mountains, hunkiest and i plan to further feast on a gourmet breakfast in bed.

on friday, the boys will golf.

and the girls will spa.

my ayurvedic treatments promise to ease my third eye, nourish my soul, and revitalize my body.

screw the third eye, i’m happy just to hide out where cell phones are banned.

friday evening portends revelry and cozy with gang-wit.

no doubt giggle fits and knee-slaps will arise.

saturday i’ll do my best to keep my tears to a minimum sob as two loved ones make it official.

kisses all around.

another evening of love, laughter, food, and drink…..maybe even dancing.

merrymaking for a marriage.

sundays are for smooching.

*{okay! okay! confession….because i surmise those who know me intimately will be calling “bullshit” on “breakfast in bed” plan. i say and  imagine this whole idea of room service at fancy-nancy resort as something wonderful and decadent. each time we travel i intend for us to experience said rite of amorous treat. but never happens. i’m up at the crack, on the hunt for my crack coffee, with a face like joan rivers, and the energy of richard simmons. hunky hubby never knows i’m missing until two hours later when he awakens upon my return: paper read, smack fix seen to, breakfast in bed plan nixed}.