I have a confession to make
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I live a charmed life. Not much of a confession if you know me--you already know I live a pretty sweet life.
Good kids. Great husband. Super-duper doggie. And I get to stay home and take care of them all.
Actually, that wasn't the confession. The confession is that the "charm-ed-ness" is coming into full play this weekend when I head to Park City, UT with some girlfriends. Not that I need any more pampering AT ALL, but I will partake in some delicious food consumption, some hot-tubbing in the snow, and some pediculous toe polishing.
So I'll hopefully be back on Monday. Unless I stay in the hot tub.
Good kids. Great husband. Super-duper doggie. And I get to stay home and take care of them all.
Actually, that wasn't the confession. The confession is that the "charm-ed-ness" is coming into full play this weekend when I head to Park City, UT with some girlfriends. Not that I need any more pampering AT ALL, but I will partake in some delicious food consumption, some hot-tubbing in the snow, and some pediculous toe polishing.
So I'll hopefully be back on Monday. Unless I stay in the hot tub.
