Conference

This weekend I was at a conference for the teacher's union in Costa Mesa. We were staying at the Westin South Coast Plaza. I was pretty excited about it. Nice room. Reasonable chance of meeting my Orange County Sugardaddy in order to become a Real Housewife of Orange County. I have always found the Westin's to be some high class hotels; however Westin South Coast Plaza- not so much. When I arrived I was given a "suite." Right. This is my friend Martha showing off the bed- a so called Murphy bed (note the strap holding the pillows to the bed.) I was not impressed because I had reserved a room with a king bed. After we laughed our asses off about how I might be sleeping and the bed could fold up, Martha called and pretended to me and got me changed to a room with two queen beds. It was better, but the shower head only came up to my chest. It reminded me of being in France. And not one of the parts that I really enjoyed.In the morning I went to two extremely boring sessions with stupid people in them. I hate stupid people and I hate stupid people who ask dumb personal questions. It makes me get rowdy. It makes me do things that get me moved to different tables when I'm at BTSA. It makes me want to poke myself in the eye with a pencil infected with botulism. Since I didn't even have a pencil in my pencil case, I knew I was in for a difficult two hours of self control. In the financial session one lady said "This would be good even in my personal life." This might sound like a reasonable comment since it was a financial workshop, but the discussion had just been about all checks should be signed by two people and you should have written rules for expenditures and reimbursement procedures. This is when I had had enough and wrote down that in my personal life I have a form that needs to be filled out in triplicate and submitted prior for all purchases and if over $200 dollars it has to be signed by a dog and a duck. This made everyone laugh and got us dirty looks from the stupid people. Then I worked on my board of directors cartoon to reduce my urge to tell the stupid people to shut up. Martha then went back to our PowerPoint printout and highlighted the no illegal activity in response to Earl's pot habit. Note the cartoon does not depict the approval of pot purchase. It wouldn't even be accepted as a friendly amendment.

The best part of the conference was that there was Starbucks coffee in the room.

When I got back today Randi and Earl had taken the canine shampoo out of the garage and put it on the deck. Did they decide to take a shower in the rain while I was gone? I'd like to think so. EDub was sitting on 13 eggs. In fact, I had to lift EDub up to count the eggs and she only got off them long enough for a brief swim and dinner break.

Why I always ask for the king bed.