Here I sit updating from the lovely hotel I’m staying at at the LAX airport. Our hotel room overlooks those huge colored colums that do NOT serve any sort of purpose that I can see. It’s just easier to stay here then drive back and forth each morning and night.
Our seminar starts in a couple hours I can’t get Jay into the shower. But, we’re just sort of lazing about.
I tell you it’s not fair. I have nothing to do here except for getting my ass to the seminar, right? No kids, no house to clean up, no grocery shopping or bills which is my usual Saturday morning routine. And when do I get up???? 6:00. That is so wrong. I guess my body clock is just set.
Don’t you just hate that? I can’t sleep in for anything. Taking a nap later though, is something I can definitely do.
I’m not sure what those columns signify either-welcome to tacky-ville?