A weekend in the woods

A couple of girls and I are going to a cabin in the mountains for the weekend. Wine, conversation, wine, sweatpants, wine, sunscreen, and little or no makeup. Bring it on.

Plus, it'll be about 30 degrees cooler up there; a welcome respite from the 100-degree temps forecast for the weekend.

We vaguely planned out meals (which gets harder as you get older because one of us doesn't eat beef, one can't eat white flour, one won't drink Merlot, one won't eat American cheese, etc.). So there's quite a bit of shopping involved.

Luckily, I got a message yesterday telling me that the other two had done most of the shopping (chicken breasts and salad makings) and could I just pick up a few other items and some wine (no Merlot). COULD I?? A weekend out of town constitutes vacation, and vacation constitutes NO DIET. I went to the store and shopped like a 16-year-old whose parents are out of town for the weekend:

• Salsa
• Chips (multigrain, but come on, whom are we kidding?)
• Natural Cheetos (so we can pretend they're good for us)
• Two kinds of cheese (American and un-American)
• Two Pinots (no Merlots)
• Diet Pepsi (because we're watching our figures)
• And, one of the best reasons I can think of to get up in the morning..... Entenmann's donuts

Me and my fat ass are lookin' forward to a weekend of roughin' it in the woods!