A Whirlwind Getaway

After my husband spent eight days in London, it seemed only fair that I enjoy a getaway as well. And although the central valley of California may not be quite as glamorous, it is much warmer, much sunnier and it has the House of Shaw, where I can get my favorite iced mochas.

My whirlwind trip began today at 4:45 am EST, when my loving husband stumbled out of bed with me to drive out to the airport. A few hours later, with an iced latte, ham & cheese croissant and giant water bottle in hand I was on my way to California where I will spend four days and nights at my parents’ house carrying out a slew of exhilarating activities — packing, packing and … wait for it … packing!

Apparently when you get married, move to the other side of the country and buy a house, the time has come to stop storing things at your parents. At least they seem to think so. Frankly, I am totally okay with the current situation, but my parents have the crazy desire that their spare bedroom be free of my childhood books, prom dresses and old theatre pictures.

So, housewife activities will be set aside while I spend the next few days filling boxes — an activity nearly as exciting as doing dishes … which hopefully my husband will be doing before I get home. I left him a few other chores to do as well, but we’ll see how well he does once I get back.

Of course while I’m here in California, there’s no harm in doing a little wine-shopping; I think a bottle a box seems like a fitting reward!