When I showed up to take my wife on a romantic weekend getaway, she was thrilled. When I told her I was taking her to a ski resort, the temperature in the car dropped to below freezing.
I go along with a lot of her plans, but this time it’s my turn to call the shots. Just the two of us in a warm cabin, offset by a wintery backdrop, skiing and forty-eight hours alone with no interruptions. And the best part is, it’s a mountain. I’m fairly confident there’s no way my disaster prone wife can get into any trouble.
But while I have your ear, let me ask you a question. You’ve met my wife, Maxi Murphy, right? Tell it to me straight. There’s nothing I should be worried about on this trip. Is there?
XoXo Aurora Levine 