Ah, there’s nothing like your own bed… I’m missing mine and excited (perhaps not the best word choice) to get back there. I’m trying to be tolerant, but my mother is sort of… noisy when she sleeps or when she’s trying to be quiet in the morning.
Ya know when you’re used to one person’s noises (DH) and you have to listen to another person’s noises? I don’t hear DH snore, cough, or whatever.
Sigh… A sniffle, sneeze, blow the nose, and cough every two and a half minutes at 5 am is enough to make me stuff a pillow over my head and start chanting some calming mantra.
I’m sure DH is missing me too. I’m the “hot” one in bed. 
He’s probably cold.
I did love walking through the Market in Charleston yesterday though. Bought an anklet and a “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” t-shirt.
Did I mention DH is probably cold? 
August 21st, 2005
I HATE sleeping in strange places
by Cece August 22nd, 2005 at 11:53 pmMy ex was like sleeping with an oven (#1 is the same way).
The thing is, you’re always so excited to go on a trip, and that first night when you’re in that strange bed, you think WTF? Why was I excited in the first place? This bed totally sucks and it smells weird.
Anyway, back home again my own snuggly bed and sleeping like the dead. Bliss…
by Beth August 23rd, 2005 at 10:08 amThe own bed thing is a definite plus when you come back from vacation. And I’m so sitting here wanting your t-shirt. I love that song and the whole theory behind it. That was supposed to be my philospy when I visited Texas but I wasn’t able to ditch the chick I went with. It’s pretty difficult to have a conversation with a guy when you’re aunt has told them you’re goal for your trip to Texas before you get the chance to say hello.
by Jenn August 24th, 2005 at 2:08 am