... and I mean in that in more than one sense of the word.
I am being a terrible wife to F, because on his
birthday, I made him get up at 6:15 to drive me to the airport.
I flew first class to Saint Thomas, and from there was taken by boat to a resort which apparently charges a mere $600 per night.
The resort is so large, you need a golf cart to get to your room.
My room is absolutely wonderful, right on the deserted beach (of course). Also, it has a complementary bottle of rum (of course).
I can get used to this!
