Heaven Means Clean Towels
I haven't washed towels in two days. Before you send a condolence card- NO, I am not dead and living in heaven. I am just on vacation. I am staying in a hotel and you know what that means-
SOMEBODY ELSE WASHES THE TOWELS!!!!!!
If I had the money I have decided that I would live in a Best Western for the rest of my life. I would never wash another towel.
Sit back. Relax. Imagine heaven for a moment....
Yesterday, after a long day of traveling I ate dinner. I didn't make it. I didn't clean it up. I didn't wash dishes. I didn't mop the floor afterwards.
Then I came back to my hotel. The kids went to bed. And then (this is the best part so pay attention) I got in a jacuzzi and took a bath. Alone. In a clean bathroom. A clean bathroom that I didn't have to scrub first. (The thing about a bath at my house is that A) the tub is very small and B) I have to clean it first.)
This morning I took a shower and the water practically knocked me over. It was like a full body massage. I don't think I have had a shower like that in five years.
It kept getting better though. Then we went and ate a FREE continental breakfast. Everybody got to pick what they wanted. Did I mention that I didn't have to CLEAN IT UP?!
We left for the day and came back to, wait for it....CLEAN TOWELS. Freshly made beds. Vacuumed floors. Fresh soap, folded toilet paper, and air-conditioning that I don't have to pay for.
I think that this is what heaven tastes like.
Sadly, I came into the grown up bedroom tonight to find my husband watching cable television. He managed to find a TV show that is about hotels. It included all the fun stuff they find with their black lights. This is gross and more information than I ever wanted.
But because I am fearless like that, I am going to go ahead and take another relaxing bath in my room's jacuzzi tub. Even if it isn't really clean, it sure looks like it is.
If I could, I would give you all the gift of clean towels for eternity. Here is thinking of you ladies.