I just spent three hours driving across half the state to Spokane and now I am totally whipped. On top of that, I stopped by David's for way too many slices of the Best Pizza On Earth, so now I have a stomachache as well. I'd write about how totally boring Eastern Washington is to drive through, but I think I'd rather go to bed instead. Maybe on the way back...
Oh, and one last thing before I go...
If you don't hear from me tomorrow, it's because I've killed the family staying in the hotel room above me, then was arrested and thrown in jail. They have kids running around screaming and slamming doors and I'm starting to get really pissed off. Unfortunately, I didn't bring a shotgun with me, so I am going to have to bludgeon them with an ironing board.
But don't be too concerned... I don't know how to iron my clothes, so it's not like I was going to use that ironing board anyway.
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Heh? Really? No ironing board? Crap… That would have made for much better news.
By the way. I totally hate Wenatchee — Possibly because I was submitted to that “town” at an early age, against my will, kicking and dragging. I’m forever traumatized. I feel your pain.
You may be whipped, Dave – but at least you’re still Minty Fresh! 😉
I feel your pain too, Dave.
Had guests over for the weekend that included a very spoiled three-year-old who screamed at the top of her lungs every time she didn’t get her way.
After the first night, I decided this weekend was a good time to learn how to make the perfect Mojito. Long live the blur.
where’d you get that map? verily, it is cool. i’m tired from driving too. last weekend i drove about 6 hours from sequoia nat’l park to my apartment in riverside, ca. today i drove about 5 hours (mostly in traffic) back from another camping trip near santa barbara. i shouldn’t be complaining, though. i was on ‘vacation’ while you’re working. tough luck!
You know… The best killers improvise, and took whatever came to hand… 😀
Do you remember Jason Bourne in “The Bourne Identity” ?
Don’t use gun it’s too messy. (Rat poison for rats.)
Have you tried Ambien?
I have had just an absolute crap day myself and if I were there I’d help you with the bludgeoning
Hmm, what if you slipped a stick or two of that gum under their door? It might knock them out for abot 12 hours!
I wonder if that is the same family of heathen children you encountered in the grocery store a few weeks back? hhmmmm…Do you think maybe the parents should be held accountable by the hotel staff? Should the they be told to control their brats or face eviction from the hotel?
Oh well, just as Kapha said…I bet you’re still minty fresh!
You have my blessing on that mass homicide. Luckily, while in S.F., my brother had requested rooms for us on the top floor. He always does because he doesn’t like people above him.
Yet another chapter in your “Minding Your Kids in Public for Dumbasses” book. This thing just seems to write itself!
i hate ironing but not as much as i hate noisy kids running rampant in a hotel (or anywhere for that matter).
hope you got some shut eye.
Death by ironing board. There are worse things, certainly.
Is it as boring as Kansas? I hate that drive…..
wait… aren’t all children god’s little angels?
I would totally be a character witness in your defense.
But, don’t take it out on the innocent ironing board.
Slip a pack of Peppermint Stride under their door. That’ll get rid of them.
Try turning the AC up to full blast. Sometimes that works. 🙂
“But don’t be too concerned… I don’t know how to iron my clothes, so it’s not like I was going to use that ironing board anyway.”
Did you steal that line from a movie? My god that is funny. If not, it MUST be written into the next great comedy movie.
Freekin LOL funny!!!
I wonder how that drive compares to the drive through the Central Valley of CA down to LA?…I’ve made that 4 hour trip way too many times…
Presumably these parents from Hell will be cooped up tomorrow in a car with the children from Hell. I say, wait ’til their door opens and throw in 5 pounds of candy. Even though you won’t see your revenge, it will be sweet (pun intended).
I think you could probably use that iron too. You know, the heavy thing that goes with the board? You use it to “iron” the clothes on the…oh nevermind…