...I haven't been diligent about the blog. Thank you to the dozen people I didn't even realize were
following me for the gentle-to-harsh reminders that inquiring minds want to know
where the hell I am. Let me just tell y'all, WIFI is
pret-ty spotty in the dirty south. That being said, here's where I'm at (oops, sorry Mom, ended that sentence in a
preposition):
Waffles. Belgium waffles, to be specific. Free Belgium waffles. Which I made in this iron, after a kind foreign man showed me how to do this without burning my hand beyond
recognition.
What a lovely hotel here in Baton Rouge! But now...off to Texas. Here's where I insert more promises of ghost stories and good meals, because believe you me, I've already had a fair share of
both.
If only I could blog while driving...
Until next time, keep it real, friends...
~A
P.S. This blog entry is dedicated to certain persons that take endless pleasure in making fun of my usual inability to make it to continental breakfast. You know who you are.
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