Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge

I went on a girls ski weekend a few weeks ago.  Wine, giggles, hot tub, cheese galore and of course skiing.  As always it was fantastic. And I appreciated every second of it.

Except, I never really slept in at all.

Which sort of sucked.

But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. There is nothing better than sitting with my friends and enjoying coffee with Bailey’s and eating croissants with cream cheese while watching the snow fall while sitting around a roaring fireplace.


I’m ready for another weekend away.

So, how do I thank my husband for encouraging and supporting my weekend away?

Let’s go for the obvious.  A little wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

We headed upstairs to our bedroom at about 8:30 p.m.  He jumped into the bed. I ran into the bathroom to “get ready”.  It doesn’t take me long to “get ready”. And that could mean 2 different things, either I don’t care that much or I am just so bloody beautiful that I don’t need much work to “get ready”.

Maybe three minutes was too long.

He was sound asleep.


Poor Zed. He needed the wink, wink, more than he needed the nudge, nudge.