I'm a bad wife......

In my last post, I complained about Hubby and his lack of "vacation" skills.

He proposed a trip to Asheville, NC this weekend to visit his daughter.

I don't want to go.

In truth, he's been at least three to four times already - without me.  Granted, one of those times I had to go home to check on my dad.  The other times?  Well, let's just say, they became a "test of wills" and I won.

There is absolutely no reason in the world that I shouldn't go this weekend.

Except I don't want to.

Why?  Snow is predicted.  I have stuff I want to do.  The lure of a house all to myself?  And, seriously?  Why should I go seeking snow?  I've had more than my fair share this winter (with more predicted for next week!).  I'm cold enough here without travelling to the mountains to find more.

But the guilt!  Here I've been complaining that Hubby never wants to go anywhere or do anything (and it's true - unless it's something he wants to do....).  I haven't been up to Asheville since she's moved here.  I haven't seen her since Christmas.  But still.....

I don't want to go.

Somebody absolve me so I can stay home in relative peace, please!!!