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Room Service


My face says: Room service! I feel so Fabulous!
Alan’s face says: What is this fluffy white thing and why is it tied onto me?

Even though I spent Friday night in a big fluffy room with a big soft bed, the finest linens and a flat screen TV, I woke up Saturday morning and felt like I had been kidnapped while asleep, beaten with potatoes and returned to bed as if nothing had happened the night before. There’s something about waking up in your own bed that you just can’t get from sleeping anywhere else.

One thing my bed does not do for me though is prepare egg white omelets, buttermilk pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice, all wheeled in on a dining room table.

I guess it’s a fair trade off.

Last modified: January 10, 2019