I’ve been on vacation in Florida. . It’s been OK. Except for when we arrived and my suitcase did not. So I ended up tromping around being a pale person in a black wool pea coat, black wool knit pants, and loser clogs, in a landscape of tan people wearing pastels and showing a lot of their tan skin. I think I looked only marginally mentally ill.
We’re going home tomorrow. Which might be a good thing for my marriage.
Traveling is great, except for the no sleeping part. The first time I traveled with my husband I brought my own pillow. He made fun of me. So now the pillow stays home and I can’t sleep. A hard foam pillow will keep me awake. A hard mattress drives me nuts. Polyester sheets are preposterously torturous. I need the right light to read in bed so I can fall asleep. And the perfect temperature. Oh, and the perfect blanket. Exactly like the one I have at home. There is a hotel in LA that has a pillow menu. That is my kind of place.
Basically, I could enjoy vacation if I could take a moving truck. I once snuck my down comforter into my suitcase.
So a few days without these things and I get cranky. Well, even more cranky than usual. Then my digestion doesn’t work. Then I get even more cranky. Then my husband wonders why he married me.
While we were away, I had a nightmare. It was one of those real, real nightmares where you wake up still feeling upset. In the dream my husband was divorcing me. We were in a courtroom. My husband was standing in front of the judge. It went like this:
The Judge says, “So Mr. Cranky you are filing for divorce?”
“Yes Your Honor” says my husband.
“On what grounds, Mr. Cranky?” says the Judge.
“Constipation” says my husband.
Hello,
Not sure that this is true) but thanks
Thank you
Dirnov
Hon, you are a fab writer!
You have a book here, no doubt.
L,R