Blogsitting Instructions

Last time I traveled to Savannah I invited you to hang out here, went so far as to fill the cookie jar for you, came home and discovered the rugala was gone, the jar empty. I had only myself to blame; I did say ‘help yourself.’ Still, an empty cookie jar is harsh after flying across the country. And I really can’t be expected to write anything without rugala….not anything you’d want to read, anyway. Other baked goods will do in a pinch, but the idea makes my head hurt.

So this time, maybe you could try and save me one. Just to tide me over till the bakery opens.

You know where the key is; come and go as you please. And because you mean so much to me — I’m clenching my teeth now– help yourself to the rugala.

I’ll bring back some stories and pictures of Savannah for y’all – you know the kind – the ones that make you wish you were there.