This morning I lie in bed, staring at the hotel bedroom ceiling, wondering: why?, how did I get to this place? how long will I need to endure this life's suffering? will jimmy notice I am using his credit card? should I clip my nails, or grow them out crazy recluse style? When the maid comes in, will she see me lying here and offer me a quick backrub? There, finally something worth thinking about. I hope she's Latina. Muy bueno. Donde esta la "lotion"?
So, I decide I need a little r&r. So, I decide i will head out for a little vay-cay (tion). For inspiration, I type "vacation" into google, and my auto-correct comes up with "vacate iowa" and next thing I know, I'm booked for two nights in god-forsaken wis-flippin-consin. So, i arrive at the hotel, and the urinals are ridiculously high...has anyone else encountered this?
I was retired from this blog. But then I see something like this photo and I just want to cry, and then scream into someone's brain hole. "Road kill" is murder, not "oops".
