Good thing I got out of bed early today. Considering the way the morning went, as in, not the way I had it scheduled, I needed the extra time to accommodate the unexpected. I expected to work out, and I did. I expected to shower, and I did. What I did not expect was to forget to wash the conditioner out of my hair. If you’re a woman, I don’t need to explain further. When one puts their usual hair products on top of conditioner, a hair
disaster ensues; one of huge proportion. It does no good to try and do something with it, because you just can't. I had missed a text message from my granddaughter asking me to Skype with her. I certainly couldn’t let her see me looking like I’d worked bear fat grease into my hair, now could I? So, I had to take another shower. This was immediately after the one I had just taken, so I could wash my hair for the second time. This meant I had to use the remaining set of towels in my room. You might not think this would be a problem. Well, it was. The girls in housekeeping are used to me only using one set per day. Only couples use a pair of towels. Ergo, Ms. Information, must have had some company last night and he used one of the pair. Can you imagine that getting around? Like wildfire. So, I
had to hunt down which girl was doing my room today, and launch into a lengthy
explanation, in Spanish I might add, as to why I needed two sets. This is why I have very long days.
I was visibly upset when I saw the full extent of the damage to the pool table in direct sunlight this morning. I even took pictures, just in case we needed documentation. For who, I wasn’t sure, but I got it anyway. Mr. Pool wasn’t too happy either. We both agree, something needs to be done. A sign forbidding food and drinks near it, and another sign limiting usage to over the age of 18 without adult supervision. As I mentioned yesterday, most of the adults were in need of supervision. I figure if we put up enough signs there
won’t be much space left for large groups to stand around, ‘cause they’d be in each other’s way trying to read them all. I’m taking up a collection to have the table re-felted. Please send all donations to Confidante, on account of he’s the only one we can trust with your money.
Whoever washed a load of laundry and used too much detergent, I want to thank you for leaving the bucket of suds all over the inside of the machine and door. And, you left your sopping wet towel on the furniture. No problem. I have nothing else to do.
Remember the flying ant, peeping Tom I had on my window? The one who left to start his own blog on the strange things he observed going on in hotel rooms? Yeah, that one. Well, he came back today; with a broken wing. Says he fell off the window laughing so hard, now he can’t type.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Squid’s absence this week. He’s been on vacation in Atlanta, and I’ve had nobody to call me dinosaur. Miss you.
disaster ensues; one of huge proportion. It does no good to try and do something with it, because you just can't. I had missed a text message from my granddaughter asking me to Skype with her. I certainly couldn’t let her see me looking like I’d worked bear fat grease into my hair, now could I? So, I had to take another shower. This was immediately after the one I had just taken, so I could wash my hair for the second time. This meant I had to use the remaining set of towels in my room. You might not think this would be a problem. Well, it was. The girls in housekeeping are used to me only using one set per day. Only couples use a pair of towels. Ergo, Ms. Information, must have had some company last night and he used one of the pair. Can you imagine that getting around? Like wildfire. So, I
had to hunt down which girl was doing my room today, and launch into a lengthy
explanation, in Spanish I might add, as to why I needed two sets. This is why I have very long days.
I was visibly upset when I saw the full extent of the damage to the pool table in direct sunlight this morning. I even took pictures, just in case we needed documentation. For who, I wasn’t sure, but I got it anyway. Mr. Pool wasn’t too happy either. We both agree, something needs to be done. A sign forbidding food and drinks near it, and another sign limiting usage to over the age of 18 without adult supervision. As I mentioned yesterday, most of the adults were in need of supervision. I figure if we put up enough signs there
won’t be much space left for large groups to stand around, ‘cause they’d be in each other’s way trying to read them all. I’m taking up a collection to have the table re-felted. Please send all donations to Confidante, on account of he’s the only one we can trust with your money.
Whoever washed a load of laundry and used too much detergent, I want to thank you for leaving the bucket of suds all over the inside of the machine and door. And, you left your sopping wet towel on the furniture. No problem. I have nothing else to do.
Remember the flying ant, peeping Tom I had on my window? The one who left to start his own blog on the strange things he observed going on in hotel rooms? Yeah, that one. Well, he came back today; with a broken wing. Says he fell off the window laughing so hard, now he can’t type.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Squid’s absence this week. He’s been on vacation in Atlanta, and I’ve had nobody to call me dinosaur. Miss you.