Have No Regrets

This old gal…

Regrets two things…when packing and shipping off the first pod…everything in every cupboard…and every drawer…except a few essentials…were boxed and loaded in pod numero uno…

Including all candles and flashlights…so when big storm hit…and electricity went out…and yours truly didn’t think ahead to make sure phones and such devices were charged…darkness ensued…sorry Yankee…for ever taking you for granted…

Then there’s this humidity…has to be the most humid of all days since Mr. Dehumidifier took his trip to pod heaven…

This old gal might as well take two white towels…wrap the hair and body…sit on some wooden ledge somewhere…and pretend it’s spa time…

Even with the air on…78 sometimes…76 at others…depending on who’s walking by…dare it be said...it’s like a sauna in here…

My Mr. energized by the jungle like atmosphere…his bride…like one of those guppies in a fishbowl…mouth gaping at the top of the water…gasping for air…

So Mr DeHu…someone misses you…she know it’s only been four days…but it’s four days too many…
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And that visiting daughter of mine…more than likely…agrees…