I could use one, but I can’t afford one since The Boy’s senior year of high school should really be called $enior Year.
$enior Class Trip to Disney World – $1100
$pending money for said trip – $500
$enior Announcements – $180
$enior Prom Tuxedo rental – $218
$enior Prom Ticket – $75
Is there an eighteen-year-later morning after pill?
Anyway, since I can’t go on vacation, my muse decided to go without me. I’d say blame wifey because it was a text from her that punched my muse’s ticket, but I love her too much to throw her under the bus alone.
So I’ll throw Alex under that bus with her because he was the one who signed on for this:
Which led to this:
For those of you rolling your eyes and going in search of rotten tomatoes, I am still working on The Debt. I just needed for my muse to work on her tan for a little bit before I go back to it. And since they’re relatively short and this is a vacay, I thought it was okay to treat them like a cruise buffet, where calories don’t count, and posted the prologue and the first two chapters at once.
Because you should be able to pig out while on vacation where it’s carb-free.