Savvy?

I am, today, forty dollars richer. That is, in U.S. currency. I would have gladly taken half, or even the whole of it in chocolate. Oh, and maybe a Pink Floyd CD. But despite all of this prosperity, I smell like burning Blue Spruce and newspaper and sap is splotched randomly along my arms and the shirt I have yet refused to change out of. It's about 85 outside, and I am an hour's past a mile walk home. This walk was not terribly enjoyable, what with the traffic and the neighbor's rotten dogs, but it was the relief upon arriving home that I am now content with. I am counting the hours until I board the plane. I am bound and determined to spend my hard earned forty on Starbucks cappiccino and chocolate. I am praying for delays. I will remember to take my new ring with me. And my blue fuzzy pellow. (no, it really is pellow) If the plane decides to take a wrong turn towards Machu Pichu, that would be fine with me, just warn me long enough in advance to pick up enough chocolate to live on till the next flight out. Cheers, mates!