The trip to perfection
Today my hubby and I are headed for Raleigh, NC for some work related seminars. We are so fortunate to be able to do this several times a year and in 4 or 5 different states. We are able to take a company vehicle, lodge in a very nice hotel (always a king bed with a down comforter and many, many pillows), eat whenever and wherever the mood strikes, and I can usually fit in a little retail therapy! Sounds perfect doesn't it!? Well yes, unless you are my better half and have your PTS, OCD, neurotic, guilt-ridden, wife tagging along with you. OOOKK...here is a picture into one aspect in the life of my sainted hubby! The craziness begins weeks before our trips. He comes home from work and informs me that we are going so "clear your calendar!" At first I am always very excited and just the thought of a break from our routine makes me smile...and of course the thought of a king size bed and all the Starbucks coffee I could want. But then the guilt starts to creep in. How...