Mr. Patterson did it again.
He came home from work and told me to pack my bags.
We were to leave for a lovers weekend away.
He really knows how to get me goin'.
So at the drop of a hat we were off.
We checked into a Ritzy Scottsdale Resort just outside of town.
We ate at Cheesecake Factory, caught up with old friends Gus & Lacy-Dixon Brown {I love her}, got new running shoes, massage and facials, bought a purse with NASA zippers, swimming, Pizza from Sauce, consumed way too much Yogurtology, and the rest is none of your buiznass.
We came home to a dirty {literally} house.
I have been cleaning for days.
I hate dirt!
