Remember when I used to take aluminum cans to the can man to get money so that I could pay for something important?
And when I went to Wal-Mart or the Goodwill for an outfit for someone’s graduation or sport’s banquet?
And ladies, raise your hand if you have taken bags and bags of old/slightly used clothes to the consignment shop so that you could pay your phone bill or get some groceries?
Remember how I’m still searching for a million ways to support myself AND someone who shall not be named but who still wants to get money monthly from a hard-working kindergarten teacher?
REMEMBER ALL THAT?
Well, guess what? Wednesday night I leave for a little adventure in the Cayman Islands. Apparently Ray has a TOWNHOUSE THERE. IN THE BLOODY CAYMAN ISLANDS. (I think they’re in the ocean somewhere…..)
Sweet Lord in Heaven somebody pinch me. Wait, don’t….I would rather not wake up from this.
(He’s a prince who is showing me what being in love AND living life really means. Good thing I fell for him before all of this crazy @&#* started happening…)