Yes yes, I’m back. I just couldn’t stand the guilt of knowing that I was disappointing my three loyal readers. And… it also might have something to do with the fact that I am now a housebound housewife with nothing to do all day save cleaning and watching YouTube videos.
First thing’s first…Photos of the drive to Virginia:






We also made a video but I fear I am not technologically savvy enough to figure out how to upload it. Perhaps when hubby gets home.
The drive was strange; our GPS took us on quite a few back roads and through some very questionable looking towns…one looked like the perfect setting for a murder movie, with myself and Thomas being the unsuspecting couple traveling across the country who stop in to spend the night and are subsequently slaughtered by a demented person who seemed slightly odd at first but we thought nothing of. I was seriously scared to go to sleep.
ALSO
If you happen to be traveling and you wish to stop and spend the night at a hotel, DO NOT stay at Super 8. I should have taken pictures of it just to prove how terrible it was. First of all, the guy at the front desk was DRUNK, and when we finally got up to our room (after lugging two suitcases, a laptop, a litter box, litter, food, cat dishes, our two cats in their carrier, and my toiletry bag upstairs, mind you), it was DISGUSTING. There was ice and a piece of wrapped up gum and a hair in the sink, the bathroom floor had hairs all over it, the bathroom garbage wasn’t emptied, one of the beds looked like it hadn’t been made properly (disheveled covers), the floors hadn’t been vacuumed, AND there was some weird substance splattered all over the TV and the table it was on.
I know what you’re thinking: WHY did we stay in this room? Because it was nearly 1 am and we had been driving for 14 hours, and we had already dragged all of our junk up to the room and didn’t want the hotel to know we had two cats with us. So, we didn’t call down to complain. So, I put on socks, long pajama pants, and my zip-up sweater with the hood. I put on the hood and slept without covers, curled into a ball with the hood over my head so my face wouldn’t touch those nasty pillows, which, by the way, were the cheapest matted hard cotton pieces of crap I’ve ever laid my head upon. I woke up at 6am and got ready without showering (no way was I setting foot in that bathroom). I have never been so disgusted or had a worse night’s sleep in my entire life. Yay Super 8.
But, on the bright side, I am still alive. Who knows? Perhaps my immune system was strengthened by my exposure to those deplorable conditions?