This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away in a picturesque seaside inn around San Francisco.
I received a fragmented call from her earlier this evening.
In order of appearance....a road to the inn that was more tight corkscrew turns than road...an inn with doorways 6 inches shorter than The Big Guy... a shower about 3 feet by 3 feet... an inn with no cell phone service and no wifi....and so much fog that they couldn't see the ocean.
There might have been more wrong, but really, wherever she went to call me (and I have visions of her up a tree), the connection was as rotten as her mood.
Let us just say, our little moderator Was Not Happy.
She will be back online when she returns to civilization on Sunday.
