A Roma. Per favore!

I've spent much of the day looking up ways to make a dollar out of fifteen cents, otherwise known as how to take a nice chunk of money gifted to my husband for his graduation and make it take us all the way to Rome. Un cappucino, per favore!

It's a very generous gift. But no matter how hard I squeeze it, it's not enough to fly, stay, and eat.

We're on the mother of all budgets and really have no business contemplating anything of this fantastitude. People in our situation should take that money and tuck it away for a rainy day, which will most likely be tomorrow.

But Rome! Roma. Buon giorno! Ciao! Avertisiamo!

My tongue loves Rome. And I know Rome would love my tongue.

On my regular blog, I'd be apologizing like crazy for even having the possibility of Rome. Oh! I'm not working! I don't deserve a trip like this. I'm a terrible, greedy person. Where do I get off?

But this is not my regular blog and why the hell don't I deserve this? Who doesn't deserve this? I'm telling you right now, you deserve this. You deserve a trip to Rome, or wherever makes you jump up and down inside. You really do.

We probably won't have this much money in one place again for a long time. This money really wants to go to Rome. And if we have to do a little dance and make a little love for it to happen, then that's what we're going to do. Because you deserve it.