I am sitting in my office, sick. Waiting for Friday to come and whisk me away on a jet to Hawaii. I am marking exams, typing up all the incidents that occurred in the last week of term (there were 48), and trying to successfully use every last tissue in the box. Bryce has left to Vegas already and the lucky dog got first class service on the long haul to San Fran.
Funny story happened to me as I have been planning our trip to the Hawaiian Tropics. I did not know what hedonism meant (not the "real term" anyway) and had almost booked Bryce and I into this funky, eco-friendly tenty plantation B & B called Hedonisia Hotel or something like that. I thought it looked cool and definitely fit into our budget. Little did my naive self know that there were probably more "extra activities" involved in the B& B than I was aware of. Needless to say, once I explained the place to Robyn (my wise friend) who informed me of my lack of dictionary skills, and we will be staying elsewhere that night. He he
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My sister, the almost "accidental swinger". HAHAHA
You're a dean, and you don't know what "Hedonism" means?
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