I've been out of pocket the past few days because I needed to take care of something in San Antonio.
It was my relationship with my pillow.
My dear friend Madelyn has a husband who knows when a lady needs a break and invited me to accompany his wife to a Spa in S.A. for a couple of days.
We had an amazing time sleeping,talking, getting massaged, pedicured, manicured, talking and sleeping some more.
It was obvious we had not traveled without our husbands for a while when we almost missed our flight, got "a little turned around" more than once, and took a few tries to get to our floor via the elevator.
"I think it's broken."
"Totally broken. You try."
"Oh, yeah, broken."
Or you had to put your room key in some top-secret slot to get to your floor. Seasoned travelers we were not.
We did have a fabulous time, plenty of rest, and a great dinner with my sister-in-law Kelley.
It's amazing how many conversations you can finish when your children are home with their incredibly sweet daddies, and you're at the spa.
Stepping off the plane yesterday, I got my first sign that I was home again. Darius called and immediately put his friend Bull on the phone. Apparently, their game of "Madden 08" had gotten a little physical and somehow, "Uh, Mrs. Trey, I kinda put a hole in your wall."
Kinda as in kinda didn't?
No, that would be kinda did.