hotel hell

Is there anything worse than waking up in a strange city, in a bed that, first of all, is NOT your own, but is also the most uncomfortable bed you’ve ever slept in? After having a horrible nightmare brought on by far too much wedding cake and possibly liquor (I blame the cake, don’t judge me). To then discover you still have a nine hour drive home after getting less than a few hours of decent sleep and you forgot to pack your power cord?

OK, stop right there. I NEVER forget to pack my power cord…but THAT would have been awful.

We had fun at the wedding. We even danced a little…ate a little (ok a lot) and had a few drinks (few…many…who’s counting?). These things happen at weddings. But I miss home, and I’m ready to get back to the crazy chickens, the kids, the ducks, and my dog, who misses the hell out of me apparently.

Oh, and my internet. I really really miss my internet.

Until the next time…I’ll be blogging from home!

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Posted on July 7, 2012 .