Dear Julie,
I'm sitting in the Executive Lounge at my hotel, eatin shrumps. The way I reckon it...it's like a mini-dinner for free! But it's making me think of Bridget Jones' Diary because last night there were little finger sammiches with a toothpick in them and they were topped by mini-gherkins. Tonight there are little triangle, crustless sammiches with toothpicks in them, topped by sliced green olives. Very old-school.
I'm tired of traveling. It might be better if I actually got to go somewhere different sometimes. But I'm tired of Chicago & Kankakee all the time. I'm tired of having one, and sometimes two, unpacked bags littering my bedroom. I'm tired of travel-sized soap. I'm tired of scratchy sheets & feather pillows. I'm tired of rental cars that smell like deodorizer. I'm tired of handing out single dollar bills to doormen like they were strippers. I'm TIRED, I tell you!
Okay, I feel better now. Just needed to get that off my chest. I would like to go swimming now. (But alas, no pool at this business-class hotel...SIGH)
Grumpy,
Karen
