Our girl Charlotte checked in a little late this morning, due to what she described as a “magical Saturday evening” last night.
It’s easy to picture: Two lovely senoritas out for a stroll, a guitar-strumming lothario, an impromptu cha-cha. Fortunately, Daisy Mouse kept her head (and all her other body parts), and both girls made it back to the hotel in time to watch the sun rise.
Truly inspired! Still love The Owl and the Pussycat.
Thanks, Dad. I don’t know if you remember, but Mom recited that poem at my wedding luncheon all those years ago, in lieu of a toast. (A perfect toast, actually, for such an unlikely couple?) Anywho, I still love it, too, as it always makes me think of her.