Romantic getway for two...

Sometimes a girl just needs to take a romantic getaway with her sister-in-law.

Yep, you read it right.

Di and I have been looking for an excuse to play hooky from our wife/mom gigs for awhile, so when we found a killer Living Social deal for a night at Zermatt Resort in Midway, we jumped.

The room came with complimentary chocolate-covered strawberries and a discount on a couples' massage at the resort spa.

I'm not sure we were the target demographic.
You can bet we played up the romance package angle to freak out our husbands, and I'm happy to report it's a joke that will live on long after we die.

Saturday was gorgeous.

The perfect kind of day for walking the Park City outlets.

At the risk of sounding like a terrible mother, I'm just going to admit right now that shopping without children is heavenly.

HEAVENLY.  

Since we had no nap times to observe, we grabbed lunch, explored our hotel, walked Main Street and then ate dinner.

At 9 p.m.

Novelty of all novelties...

 We got back to the resort in time to soak in the hot tub for a bit (along with about 40 other guests).

I can't even remember the last time I just sat in a hot tub.

That foam stuff I used to use as a beard when I was a kid?

As a mother, I can finally see it for the disgusting mix of sweat, hairspray and other unmentionables that it truly is.

Despite the bubbles of filth, I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time.

When we finally got back to our room, it was close to midnight.

But we were determined to milk the kid-free weekend for all it was worth, so we dragged ourselves to 7-11 for treats.

We had to send the following picture to our husbands because we are hilarious and they are very easily disturbed.

One of the main reasons for the getaway was to get some good sleep -- an admirable goal that wasn't exactly achieved.

We had too much to talk about -- enough to keep us up until 4:30 a.m.

Sunday was cold and foggy, so we explored Midway a bit before heading down to Salt Lake for breakfast at Blue Plate Diner.

 It was the perfect weekend.
The best kind.
The kind that clears your head, lifts your spirits, replenishes your double chin and muffin top, and helps you appreciate your babies and your husband a million times over.

I'm grateful for Di -- who is a sister-in-law and best friend rolled into one.

Thanks for marrying her, Redd.
And thanks for letting me feed her chocolate-covered strawberries...