The Real Story

I want to tell the truth here. Or rather, clear up some truth. My post on A Bed Away From Home, apparently has become a tad bit controversial, considering the comments left after that post, and the few phone calls about it. Before I sent it Den suggested I take out the part about him being fun in a hotel room. He thought some may get the wrong idea of what I was meaning. I said, no they won't. :)

Now I will tell you what I meant by him being fun in a hotel room. Whenever we spend the night somewhere Dennis brings a crossword puzzle book and I bring a few magazines. We sit side by side on the sofa, him doing this crosswords and me doing my reading. Then we will go out looking in the lobby (me in my jammies and slippers) for some hot water so I can make my CalMax (a drink I found on an infomercial years ago)

We then go to their little inside market and stand there looking at everything they sell. Almost every single time we don't buy anything. Then we ask if they have any vending machines. We are usually told they are on the 2nd floor, so we take the elevator up to the 2nd floor. We look at the vending machines, and again buy nothing.

I go back to the front desk and ask if we can have some extra blankets. They usually give them to us just fine. Last time Dennis asked if he could use one of the decorator pillows off the couch in the lobby (he likes a firmer pillow)...and surprisingly they said, sure, so we took that back to our room, too.

Once we get back to our room, we eat the snacks that I have brought from home.

Now do you see why I did not explain why Dennis is fun in a hotel room? We are boring. We know we are. But we love it. It's fun to us. We are both cut from the same cloth, apparently.

Oh and the messy bed? Like I said, we are not tidy sleepers. It is hard keeping those 2 extra blankets on the bed, not to mention the extra pillow he took from the lobby.

So there you have it. :)