Last week, I spent five days on Kiawah Island in South Carolina with my cousin and her husband; they’re retired, and live six months out of the year on this gorgeous slice of heaven. So for nearly a week, I visited the spa, sipped 4 pm cocktails, sat in the sun, and took three hour naps on 500 thread count sheets. I haven’t mentally disconnected like this in ages. And by ages, I mean since I met Scott.
