What Kind of Woman Would I Be...

if I left Mexico with nothing more than memories and five pounds of extra belly fat?

A disgrace to my gender that's what. Unamerican that's what. So I didn't.

My last minute shopping sprint on our walk towards security was Honey's fault. He got me to the airport too early. And, as luck would have it, the place was empty. There was no one in Cloe to hold me up at the register where I spied a terrific bum-around casual summer bag and without hesitation pulled out my Am Ex and said, "I'll take it". Not even out of the country,and I was earning points towards our next trip. No slacker here gals.