Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Oh, I am most bereft. Most saddened with longing and despair and disappointment. After crunching our finances and juggling bills and working myself up into a hot frenzied mess, John and I have decided to forego our little jaunt to Savannah this trip. I am pained. I am distraught. No sweet little BnB's and no smothered shrimp and no Bonaventure. Instead, we'll save the money and enjoy a little something extra while we're chilling with Bob and Carolyn. Or, you know what? Maybe this means I can afford that tattoo I've been telling myself I'm too broke to get. See, there's my light at the end of that dark, Spanish moss covered tunnel.
Posted by Janet Scronce at 4:32 PM