13 May 2008
The Life
Never have I been accused of not knowing how to live it up. I think I get that from my parents. On Saturday night, Mama got a hotel for us to stay in with Meema. It had a king-sized bed that was rather comfortable and cozy, so I took it upon myself to snuggle up in the nude with my Thomas train. If only someone were fanning me and feeding me blueberries. I got sleep in the middle of the bed, between Meema and Mama. While they were perched on the ends, I was all stretched out, sleeping horizontally. It's good to be me. The next morning I discovered that I could run up and down the hallways without abandon and the lobby had a nice comfy couch with a huge TV and a steady stream of cartoons. I have to stay in hotels more often, I think.Subscribe to Comments [Atom]

