No holds barred, we’re goin’ to Florida

Whenever Bill and I are in Florida we’re both reminded of the Broadway musical Pump Boys and Dinettes. You’ll probably see references to the songs in the next couple of posts including the title of this one, so feel free to sing along.
Yesterday was our first day of vacation in the Sunshine State but it wasn’t living up to its name. It wasn’t just raining; it was pouring all day long. Because we weren’t able to leave Atlanta until 6:30 PM the night before we didn’t get to Cheryl and Pete’s house until well past midnight which gave us a great excuse to sleep in as if the storms weren’t enough. Then we were faced with the dilemma of what to do on such a foul weather day. And if the weather is hell we’ll hang around the motel makin’ love and watchin’ color TV. Since one of the many things we look forward to in France is a daily visit to the boulangerie, it was easy enough to figure out that we’d be going to a bakery.
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