Digitopus

The Worm and I's attempt to "get away from computers" for a weekend turned out just the opposite. We'd been hired to clean up a company's computers, but the job took about three-hours-longer-than-planned, which ended up canceling out the plans we'd made for that evening to "get away" together.

But it still worked out. Instead we rented a hotel room where we were (about an hour away from home), went out to eat and stayed up late drinking wine and playing cards in our room.

We also resolved our relationship problems and have decided to give it another go - thanks to everyone for their kind thoughts. I've just got to appreciate my man a little more and try to be a bit more helpful with the day-to-day household stuff; as it is he does everything which makes him feel more like a slave than my much-loved man. We've both agreed to make some changes, and so far things are going great. The magic is back - for a time at least. We'll see how it goes. No one ever said relationships were easy; and if anyone did, they were completely stupid.

The most memorable part of the weekend had to be the bling-bling housekeeping at the hotel where we stayed. We were walking back to our rooms after breakfast, and the maid was busy knocking on doors and trying to get in to clean the rooms. As she walked from one door to the next I noticed that her hot pink sweatpants had "BLING BLING" on the seat of them. One "bling" for each ass cheek. I'm not sure how much bling bling you can afford working as a hotel room cleaner, but apparently her ass has enough bling all on its own.

In closing, I would like to request that all mothers teach their young daughters how to use public toilets. I'm getting quite fed up with going into public restrooms and finding urine all over the seats, unflushed tampons in the bowls and a million other unmentionable atrocities. Who taught these women how to go to the bathroom?! Men, you have no idea how NASTY women's public bathrooms are. I ventured into a Wal-Mart one this weekend and the choice to be made wasn't "the toliet with no piss on the seat" but "the toliet with the least amount of piss on the seat". I would've held it if I didn't hadn't had to go so bad. There was one toliet where the person had taken about 50 of the seat covers, placed them on the seat all askew and then pissed all over them. And left them there. The thick clump of 50-something seat covers sat there, the center parts half-dragged out of the toliet, covered in pee. She hadn't even flushed. I've seen seats with so many pee sprinkles on them that you swear the woman hovered her ass over the seat and rotated her hips in a circular motion to make sure she covered the entire seat as she peed. They pee on the floor, on the seat, under the seat - they pee in the bowl and don't flush it. For the love of everything good under the sun, women, please, pee like civilized people when in public and teach your daughters to do the same!!