I am off to do breakfast with a bunch of teachers, get my oil changed in the suv, and then I am Chicago bound. G is frantic. I must, absolutely must sleep with a fan on. It has to be of the box variety so it is really loud. Being pretentious has gotten G into being very embarassed about this fan. So, we must find a huge bag.
I know, I am the strange one here, but if it were up to me I would stay in the suburbs, a motel 6 perhaps. I will not tell G this. Heaven forbid we lower ourselves to that.
Happy weekend!