I’d like to point out a few things, lest you get the wrong impression, here: I was not driving, Mom was. She was the one who supposedly paid attention to the alternate route and it was her decision to try […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
He was trying to be helpful–figuring that the La Quinta could just transfer our reservation but, yeah, the fact that we’d already checked in and left our overnight bags (and my laptop!) at the other one didn’t help. He seemed […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Our first port of the cruise and things got off to a rocky start. Thankfully, Todd is so easy-going that nothing really gets to him unless its REALLY bad so it was more of an adventure, really, though it was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So, after a few weeks of further chatting, daily emails (often more than one set each) and the occasional phone call we got brave and Spectrum (aka Todd) decided to close the 300-mile gap between us. Of course, best laid […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I have none, folks, or nearly none. Over the years I’ve managed to acquire a few skills but overall I’d still be voted Most Likely to Get Lost in Her Own Backyard. If I had one. When I first walked […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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