I just returned from a lovely, leisurely, luxury vacay in Mexico a couple of weeks ago and I promise that when I close my eyes I can still smell the surf; feel my body floating in the ocean; see the coral-colored sunsets; and taste the {numerous} pomegranate margaritas I sipped with abandon while lounging on my oceanfront…
I just love it when my CGA orchestrate things in my favor. You know, CGA–champagne guardian angel. While most people have 1 guardian angel to guide, watch over, and nudge them in the right direction, some of us who are champagne-fixated are blessed with an extra one. This 2nd angel knows and understands that I was born with…
