I just happened upon this photo on Instagram and I was TRANSPORTED to a place I’d much rather be:
In a hot tub in the snow in the mountains with a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne nearby and my gorgeous rear end hanging out of the water.
The Louis Vuitton monogrammed towel is totally optional, btw.
I just thought you’d like to know that THIS is my happy place and that’s where I go when I’m stressed or feeling out of sorts.
In Sweden, I got to experience what it’s like to have a boyfriend for a week.
And how was it, you ask?
Not too shabby.
Actually, cohabitating with The Swede and his daughter was fun.
I imagined, as our threesome wandered about the city of Stockholm, that people assumed that we were a real family.
I let myself fantasize that I had a daughter.
And a man who loves me.
So what if it’s not true?
It can’t hurt to pretend.
We even did chores together, like laundry and dishes.
Well, to be honest, The Swede did chores and I watched.
All in all, I really enjoyed my fantasy weekend in Sweden.
I got to sleep in late with The Swede.
I got to enjoy the company of his hockey-playing daughter.
And I got to explore Stockholm and the countryside.
I’d say it was a vacation well spent!