Saturday, April 06, 2013

I'm home

How do I know? Because my breakfast was a bowl of granola eaten from a paper bowl over the sink. THIS was my room service breakfast tray in Williamsburg. Silver-plated, with a fresh white rose each morning. (As you can see, I collected three over my stay.) Spa ... ah ...

It's after 2:00 and I have done nothing of value yet today. Stop daydreaming, Gal, and get going!


  1. Holy cow! I missed you too :)

  2. what a great trip! happy you are back and sorry you have to get back to the real world...boooo

  3. I bet Joey, Rey, and Charlotte are glad you are home. ;-)


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