Fox Problems

So this is the problem: our 15th anniversary is coming, we have an overnight babysitter, but we can't find a place to stay. It's like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit, but a fox is chasing him so he can't sit down and eat. Just keep running, he thinks, and I'll happen to come across the perfect little briar patch to have my meal because the universe loves fluffy, little white rabbits and hopefully in our case happy couples.

We favor a nice white duvet-cover bed & breakfast with fluffly pillows and a fluffy omelet with all organic veggies inside for breakfast. Actually right now, if there aren't thorns poking out as you enter or exit, I would be happy. I've decided to pull off the road for now, no carrot, no fox, just me a little angry at the universe for not pulling out all the stops for our anniversary. Fifteen years is a long time and I deserve a nice mint on the pillow.

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