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At a Holiday Inn Express Sunny/Raining/Sunny Washington.

Nothing to report at the moment.

Question:

Why do things break as soon as I leave town?

DW's putter dies just as I'm about 3 hours away. CRAP!

Comments

Doug Cloud said…
My boss would subscribe to that mantra. I'm a night auditor at hotel and whenever my boss is out of town something breaks down here. A few summers ago he was at a meeting in another state and the dry sprinkler system failed and flooded the ceiling above our pool. The entire ceiling collapsed, clogged the pool filters, and flooded the entire first floor pool wing. It was a nightmare.
WickedHamster said…
Holiday Inn Express! Slumming a bit, aren't we???
Anonymous said…
It is a plot, revenge for Scotland.

DG
Kelsgarden said…
BTW as I surf blogs WC is launching hamsters

just thought you should know

he practices often
WickedHamster said…
Yeah, I made him commandant of the paratroopers. Good to know he's on the job.

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