I’m the woman to blame


Night before I left Orlando last week, I had dinner at Margaritaville on CityWalk. I sat on the patio and listened to the guy with the guitar crooning all the slow, soft Jimmy Buffet ballads. When I left, I went through the merchandise area to inspect the t-shirts but bought nothing. Although I like the droll sentiment behind the "I’m the woman to blame" t-shirts, I’ve yet to find a design that I love. So I wait.

As I was leaving, I noticed my icon on the floor in the entry way.

How is it possible that I have lived in Florida for six years (as of yesterday!), but have yet to set foot on Key West? Surely this needs remedied!