So, Karen, my sister-in-law, took me for a special ladies' weekend (no offspring allowed) to the tony wine country. We stayed at a very
Sunset Magazine (Yes! I
am a subscriber to this magazine of Living in the West!) spa-riffick resort called the
Carneros Inn, and it was a dreamy time, doncha know. I neglected to take important photos of us doing some quality poolside lounging, or walking around, or really doing anything out-of-doors, so I got some pictures for you from the interweb. Here is the cottages, one of which we stayed in, also a picture of an outdoor fireplace, which the whole place is lousy with, but which we never sat in front of:

And here's Karen striking a very natural pose in our cottage:

We took a few glamor shots on our porch. Note that I neglected to open my eyes for my G.S.

You know Karen is a former model, so her G.S. actually turned out glamorous:

Also, here is the pool, which is ever so dreamy, even better in real life than this picture:

It's all up on this hilltop with rolling views, and only one time was some lady ruining it for me a little bit, what with with her CONSTANT stream of inane chatter, which was distracting me from my
In Touch magazine. Like imagine this girl just will not shut-up about "B-List Celebrity Clubs" she is constantly forced to go to as Sammy Hagar's personal friend, while you are trying to read about B-List Celebrities! How rude!

This is not really her, but it's a lady from the interweb, representing my nemisis, who was, by the way, wearing a cowboy hat, and doesn't she know that is SO 1997?
And we had some fun spa times, for those of you that know me well, I am a big fan of rocks, so I like this photo, but there were actually no rocks on my massage bed, but that's OK.

It was really super. Special shout-outs to Karen for an inspired idea, to Tom and Evan for minding the offspring for the weekend, and to my sister, Nina, and my pal, Regan, for making it extra luxurious!
Oh, also I took some bikini shots so you can see how super-huge I am. I took advantage of some dreamy light so you all don't have to see the ugly, veiny truth about being eight-and-a-half months preggo: