So, we got ourselves checked into a Residence Inn by Marriot here in lovely San Antonio, and this place is rockin'!
We are in a 2-level place. The first floor has a living room with a sofa bed, a full kitchen (full-size fridge/freezer, oven, microwave, and dishwasher), a bedroom with a small desk area and a private bathroom, and the upstairs has another bedroom and another bathroom. SCORE!
OK, so it's about $170/night, but still. As long as they'll keep taking the plastic, I'll keep swiping it. Whatevs.
This is my new attitutde. Happy! Smoke-free! Looking forward to drinking!
Dee, bless your sweet heart for the bathing suit offer. Mr. WG has gone out searching for suits and we hope to remedy the situation. This is, after all, home to Seaworld, so they should have SOMETHING available, right?
Oh, LIVEBLOGGING the swimsuits, Mr. WG just called to ask me if I am a 20-22 W. Do I leave him for asking that? Of course, he follows up by asking me if I am a small, so, yeah. He clearly just doesn't ever LOOK at me. (I pretend I am a size 10, but that is the size I used to be, and now I am probably a 14. Or something. I solve the problem by never buying clothes.)
OK, must watch children. Pray for power in Houston. I really wanna go home.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Posted by WriterGrrl at 4:40 PM