Little things that make you go “ewe”…

Little things that make you go “ewe”…

I just wrapped up a very nice anniversary weekend with the hubby. We stayed at a quaint hotel in a quaint little town and ate quaint meals that were in no way quaint for our health. I noticed some minor things in this “quaint hotel” that didn’t settle too well with me. Now, I am NOT a germaphobe no matter what my husband says and I don’t carry a can of Lysol in my suitcase – anymore. But, I do like to feel as if I am the only one who has even been in that hotel room. Some things just give me the heabie jeabies, like other people’s hair on the bathroom floor or stains on the white towels. Ewe!

Ever had an experience in a hotel that totally grossed you out???? (keep it rated PG please )


About Aubry MacMillan

Statement of Confession: I’m an out-and-out Carb Addict (I see no problem with fudge brownies for breakfast) and coffeeholic (to wash down the fudge brownie when it sticks to my teeth). I love crunching the ice in my tea (two things never to tell my dentist) and reading a good book (or two or three - as many as my nightstand can withstand). I’m head-over-heals-married to every woman’s (and some men’s ) dream come true. I have a multitude of children (no joke! We are “Yours, Mine, Ours, and Everyone Else’s” ) and I love them each beyond their comprehension - even though they’ll drive me to an early grave when they fight over who is NOT going to care for me in my last days… yeah, I still love them. I am an observer to the human plight (what the hell are we thinkin’?!) and compassionate lover of those who cannot defend themselves from our plight. I am a writer with the soul of those who came before me and opened the doors for me to be whomever I want. (I’m to be continued… … …)

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