
What is it about hotels? What is it that makes me just on this side of giddy when I'm in one?
- Is it crisp fresh sheets?
- Is it a pile of towels all for little ol' me?
- Is it an endless supply of ice - and never having to fill the cube trays?
- Is it wake up calls instead of my cranky alarm?
- Is it indoor swimming pools like all the homes featured on E!?
- Is it freezing cold climate control that won't show up on my Consumers bill?
- Is it room service?
- Is it free coffee in the lobby?
- Is all the travel-sized stuff? (It's just so tiny and cute!)
I don't know what the thing about hotels is, except to say that I'm staying in one this week and I'm not just a little bit giddy about it.

1 comment:
You nailed it.
I wish I were in a hotel too. Something about that nasty polyester quilted bedspread that just makes me realize... no matter what reason I'm there... I'm on vacation from my usual life.
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