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Saturday Night Date

Surprise, a man has disappointed me, again. We had plans for Saturday night, maybe Gasparilla or at least Ybor. Sadly, at around noon he sent me a one sentence text canceling. Today my friend Myraida and I taught a Parenting class together, and several of our prospective adoptive parents received their certificates, and are now ready and eligible to adopt our children. Obviously we can’t really take money or luxurious gifts from our families, but one of the women, who knew where my desk was, left me a whole Buttercream Yellow Cake with Fresh Fruit from Frida’s Bakery! I appear to have a new date for the evening.