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I have been pampered over the years as my Mother lives in a city that is close to a very popular destination we will call Rickey Rouse. Flights have been cheap and plentiful. Non stop, check! It's all made for a number of quick winter blues weekend getaway trips for this kiddo. I happily fly down and spend a few days getting pampered and pampering back. We do a treck to go for afternoon tea at a certain fancy scmancy resort. The past few weeks I have gotten subtle and not so subtle hints that a visit is due from a wayward daughter. Heck, an offer to even PAY to get me outta Dodge sealed the deal. So I checked flights. Now I don't mean to sound crass but HOLY *&^%! KA CHINGA LING!! I didn't anticipate the cost that I would be seeing flashing on my screen. Lordy, I clutched my chest and almost fainted away like Scarlett O'hara. I traveled to Las Vegas (collecive sigh) last spring during the height of fuel costs and still they weren't this high.
So cheapo over here is on the fence. I can't take that money from my Mother. I can't afford it due to Mr PBS' laid off status (which has no end in sight) but you know once you get a thought in your head that you just can't let go? It's a little like that now.
I want palm trees. I want sunshine. I want scones and a proper tea then a walk by the sterling man made lake damn it.