The Last Thing You Want to Hear When You Are Deathly Sick is a Stupid Question
June 18th 2007 Of course Gene would insist that we catch the first ferry out at the crack ass of dawn. To top that, Nervous Nancy felt the need to set the alarm clock for 5:00 a.m., two hours prior to the departure of the ferry for Spain. Good thing my husband is so punctual - we arrived at the port promptly at 6:00 a.m. to find the ticket office closed. The look on my face said it all. Gene, ignoring
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