So my superstar realtor has a timeshare in Truckee, near North Lake Tahoe. She offered it to John and me for us to de-stress and enjoy a weekend getaway in the woods. Aside from Saturday, when we soaked in the hot tub and walked around the beautiful lake, this trip was anything BUT relaxing.

Friday: We were supposed to leave mid-day. I had taken off work, so we could get a jump start on the traffic. Instead, John got stuck on a conference call, and we left right as the Friday commute got going. The drive up took about five hours.

Saturday: We stuffed ourselves silly for breakfast at Squeeze In. I consumed a monster plate of French toast. We walked around the Lake, took some pictures. Hit the hot tub facilities. At night, we drove into Reno and watched Secretariat. Great movie. Can’t ever go wrong with Diane Lane, my cougar crush.

Sunday: It started pouring down rain late Saturday night, and the rain just kept falling all morning on Sunday. We tried to wash our sheets, but the washer was so damn small, the detergent never dissolved. Finally, we got the front desk to drop off fresh sheets. Basically, we spent all morning cleaning up for my realtor, who was coming in with her family later that day. We finally got on the road at 11, but someone didn’t want to get gas, so then we sat in chain control for 2 hours, totally stressed that we were going to run out of gas. Paid $30 to have a dude put our chains on the tires, drove a few miles in rain, slush, and some snow, then had issues getting the damn chains off on the other side of the pass, and then we didn’t get home until 4 p.m. When we got home, the dogs were traumatized, because the sitter had left them out most of the morning in the pouring rain. Wtf?

Oh well, I suppose the getaway was just a test of sorts. We got some pretty pictures out of it. And I got to use my new sunglasses. Every time I put them on, John makes a buzzing noise. Fucker.