Twice this year, I booked a stay in the Keys. Both times, had to cancel.
Just booked the Keys for a third time. My treat for enduring this very attessful day.
The day after the Melissa Etheridge concert, too. Go me, having a real vacation.
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Twice this year, I booked a stay in the Keys. Both times, had to cancel.
Just booked the Keys for a third time. My treat for enduring this very attessful day.
The day after the Melissa Etheridge concert, too. Go me, having a real vacation.
I know I can’t blame an error on the fact that my computer sucks and I had to try three different ways to get something to publish because forgotten in the whirlwind was the need to update an IP address. But I’m finding that grace is incredibly hard to come by today.
The big problem with sharing a bathroom with strangers is that you just don’t always have a proper appreciation of their art. Like when one party holds their bladder all day because they are shy about peeing with people two feet away, and then when they get up the nerve (and everyone’s gone), they encounter a Jackson Poo-lock painting.