I need a vacation

Today I was on my feet for over 8 hours, making muffins and scones, soups and salads, coffees and cream cheeses. Why? Because for the first time in over 8 months, somebody's paying me to do something.

I have to think about that last statement. Am I making that up? Well let's see. Lynda gave me gas money for driving her from NYC to NC. Peter gave me gas money for taking them to the airport. I think that's about it. Good thing there's more to life than money.

Like vacation . . .

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