Archive for April, 2009


Belated cruise notes

The first evening Sis and I returned to our cabin, this was the towel animal on my bed:

Between the motel in Fort Lauderdale and this omen, I should have known this cruise would be strange. I can’t read tea leaves either.
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The night the Mister had died, I galloped downstairs, fell upon a cinnamon roll [...]

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