80 degree days in January. Compliments of greenhouse gases. And the in-laws. Because we spent this past weekend in this lovely little casita up in Calistoga.
Just a small affair really. A surprise birthday party of a weekend for my mother-in-law, complete with sprawling estate, a pond, swimming pool, 15 person hot tub, outdoor fireplaces, facials, fountains and family galore.
Did I mention the rollicking lawns, perfect for cousins playing catch? Here's the littlest vato, my petunia faced girl, trying to be one of the boys:
And what mansion would be complete without trails leading nowhere but there?
And its very own ruins?
It was a splendid weekend, in the grand tradition of the Kennedy's, sans scandal and the odd lobotomy.
So yes, I'm rubbing it in, my weekend. The sun. The swimming and the warmth and the greenhouse gases. I'm rubbing it in and hoping it keeps me supple.
So if you want to get me back, I completely understand. Just wave your paycheck in front of my face. Show me your mortgage that you can still pay, flaunt your 401k, medical, dental and who knows? Maybe even vision.
I'll just be over here with my own eyes closed, la la la, pretending I'm still in Calistoga, pretending that my weekend was not just a rental.