Belated 2

It's Thursday already! So I lied on Monday when I said I'd update you yesterday. I'd invite you to sue me but I'm afraid one of you might actually do so. Then you'd win and the police would come and repossess my newly acquired singing, dancing turtle alarm clock. (Yesterday was my birthday)
He simultaneously does the can-can while singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" and repeatedly lifting and lowering his top hat.
Do you believe me?
You're sillier than I thought.

So my dad and I are safely back in College Station. We managed to drive 34 hours in 2 and a half days in relative peace and good spirits. If you're not impressed there's something wrong with you.
This past weekend my cousin Meara got married in Spokane, Washington. It was a beautiful wedding at a winery. I loved the venue, thought my cousin looked absolutely gorgeous and had an absolutely fantastic time sitting around and chatting with my family members. We are a fun group, let me tell you.
My only problem with the weekend came from my hotel room.
And dear lord, what a problem to have.
Ever been to the 70s? Or the very early 80's?
See I feel quite fortunate that I was either entirely absent or too preoccupied with gestating to notice those years.
But this weekend I got to experience what it was like to live there.
My hotel room was straight out of the disco era. Like with huge, heavy, dark wood furniture, brown fake marble counter tops, brown tile in the shower, deep green carpet, etc.,etc.. And the smell!! It smelled like no one had been IN there since the 70's! Or that they had decided to keep with the theme of the room by using expired chemical cleaners.
I looked around for a dead rodent but I never found one.
And I was in the VERY back of the hotel. Like, my room was the very last room before the exit sign and the doors to the outside.
Now all the rest of my family were cloistered together in the modernized, updated rooms a few corridors away. I have no idea how I got stuck in the ghetto. Perhaps they sensed my "tough as nails" interior.
That must have been it.