And we’re back…

Ahhhh. It’s good to be home. Where have I been, you ask. Well , my dearies, I have been on a long and much needed vacation! No, the men with the white coats did not escort me there. Why do you ask?

I have been very happily gettig very fat in Napa Valley. Let me tell you that it is a good thing I don’t live closer to Napa. I would be bloated and broke for the rest of my life. It is that fine.

Brent and I drove from Phoenix to outside of LA the first day. End our first day journey at El Queso Grande in Reseda eating Mexican food with a very good friend and inadventantly listening to karaoke. Just how everyone expects their vacation to go right? The next day we headed up to Napa via the PCH. The whole way. Love drive. Long. Foggy. I’m sure Big Sur is nice, I couldn’t tell you for the fog. And trying to figure out which stretch is the stretch they film all the movies on is comical. “Is this it? Wait…”

We ate and drank and drank and ate and came home with the equivalent of THREE (oh my god I did just say three) CASES of wine. Three, kids. We hit a bunch of little wineries and tasting rooms and had the most fun there. If you’re going I can give you a gaggle of suggestions and tell you where to find the best buscuits and gravy you will ever consume. I wanted to bathe in that gravy. Gross thought, yes but it was that good.

In case you are irony deficient, let me give you a supplement. After coming home resembling a hog, I have gone back on the South Beach Diet. All that wine? Can’t drink it for two weeks. It’s like doing the sietary equivalent of chekcing yourself into the Betty Ford. But I feel freaking great and have stopped the..ahem…swelling.

Also, grab a hold of your hats, I am legitimately giving yoga another try. More on that later. But for now, I have to sleep as I got up at 5:30 this morning to do the said yoga. And I’m doing it again tomorrow and you can’t stop me. And no, I did not fall and hit my head on vacation…

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