bath time

There was a moment earlier when I was standing in our kitchen, glass of wine in hand, sun shining on my face, husband by my side, Fred Astaire singing through the ipod. Fred, husband, sunshine, wine. Does it get any better?

I thought not until I sank into a deep, hot, candlelit bath. I would have been the most relaxed person on the planet, if I hadn't been negotiating an extremely precarious balancing act with my iphone over the water. Still, moment captured...

Gosh, haven't I got pudgy toes.