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!

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  1. I am Harriet4:57 PM

    Holy cow! I missed you too :)

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  2. Vivian5:32 PM

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

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  3. Kwizgiver6:21 PM

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

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  4. Unknown6:49 AM

    Welcome home!

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