When one arrives to school in the morning, if one is eating, say, the peanut butter and jelly sandwich they made the day before and have been carrying around in their bag ever since that is all smooshed and misshapen, and sits down with a group of Mexicans, it is rude not to offer some. They'll say no (no one wants a bite of your half eaten mangled sandwich, which you probably already knew which is why you didn't offer it), but it's rude. I DID NOT KNOW and then I felt like an ass when my teacher told me they were all exchanging looks. * sigh *
Now I know. And now you know. And that's half the battle.
The B&B dream? Seriously going to take a village. . . if you're interested in partnerships and you're a quiet, easy going multi-millionaire, or you happen to have a large plot of land in say, the Alexander Valley, please contact me. But,
if when it comes to fruition, it is going to be FREAKING AWESOME.
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