Okay...I'll admit it.
Sometimes, I can be a bit of a princess.
For instance...when I stay in hotels, I'll pay more if I know they are clean.
I'm in a hotel right now. And, it's not clean. And, I paid plenty.
If you follow me on Twitter, you might remember that I said I felt itchy (mysterious bug bites), and creepy crawly (for the record, I just killed a bug...ON MY SHEETS)...it's musty and damp in here.
Someone else in our group has mentioned a bug sighting on their pillow.
I think I need a barf bag.
Some Clorox would be nice.
Perhaps, a quick dip in lye.
Oh...and did I mention there are POLICE officers roaming the halls? Like, bonafide, certifiable police dudes. With guns...just here for a precautionary, standard stroll to "keep people safe".
Er...I'm from the country. Police officers don't just pop in to "keep us safe".
I don't have bugs in my bed at home.
My house doesn't smell like musty wetness. I don't typically get wheezy at home for no good reason.
I'm told we're in a "bad area" and some "dude got shot just down the road".
*I want my mommy!*
Wait...she's coming tomorrow. To stay...HERE in this God forsaken hotel!!
SOMEBODY SAVE US!!!!!
In case I don't make it through the next couple of days...I love you all! I love you, and you, and you, and you Auntie Em...