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My leg is feeling much better.  Thank you.

We're in Colorado on "vacation".  Oldest Boy and Middle Boy are spending some alone time with Chris' parents, so Chris, Toddler Child and I are in a hotel far enough away so we don't interfere.  We got a very good deal on this room which we are thankful for (thanks - you know who).  We're not snooty people.  We appreciate saving money.  Bigger isn't always better.  I love small, quaint and older, as long as it's clean.

There are people staying here that seem perfectly content, so I want to choose my words carefully.  It's possible we just ended up in the bad room.  The one with the slight mold problem that's held together with duct tape.

Chris gave it a college effort a few days ago and looked for a different place to stay.  Availability's limited and the few places he found for us would have cost significantly more money.  We've chosen to stay here, mask the smell, and treat for scabies when we return home.

Lysol, Creed, and Tom Ford are tricking our brains into thinking we're enjoying a high-end experience.  (BTW, if you haven't been turned on to Creed fragrances, allow me to convince you to splurge.)

In addition to massaging our olfactory senses, a little something to take the edge off has helped us all.  Toddler Child has an embarrassing addiction to milk that we keep closeted.  Shhhhhh.

A good poop makes everything all better too.