Kathleen sat curled up on her outdoor lounge chair while sipping a glass of pinot noir and reminiscing about the worst vacation of her life.
It was twenty-five years ago today. It seemed just like yesterday.
The newlyweds had packed their beat-up Honda Civic to the hilt. It was going to be a three-day trip up north. Their honeymoon.
What she didn’t know was that he never bothered to reserve a hotel. He couldn’t afford it. Broke was an understatement.
“We’ll rough it,” he said with a sheepish grin.
She immediately burst into tears.
Thankfully, it’s been uphill ever since…
The Weekday One Hundred 