Bliss.

Friday afternoon my mama comes to town and we are heading north to the happiest place on Earth.

Whistler.

When you think of me on Saturday (cause let's face it - you all always think of me on the weekends) picture me there.

I choose to ignore the weather forecast for rain and the fact that I am going to be spending 5 hours in the car with my mother as she critiques my driving with deep quick intakes of breath.

It shall be magic. It's Whistler! It has no choice.