For my Birthday
The Mister is about ready to cancel my subscription to Budget Travel.
This is what I want for my Birthday. Bad. Really Bad.
Sure, I am not denying that the relentlessly dreary months of February and March have taken their toll. But in all ways, on any day, Italy would be a welcome relief.
I promise, I have been really good this year. Or, at least, not as bad as I could have been.
I promise I will be really, really good for the next year.
Where's my passport?
I think I have another year before it expires.
Where's my phrase book?
I... know... it... is here.... somewhere... under all that... yarn...
Oh, come on... pleeeeeease?