I hear the wierdest things when I am here alone...Either the cleaning crew is taking the toilets apart to clean them or something is going down in there..
Also I think poof-daddy is no longer speaking to me tonight. :( I will have to let him wear my sparkly heels to make it up to him. (it's not the first time he has worn them...He wore them back to our hotel for me when my feet hurt and he had lost both contacts and I insisted on waving like a beauty queen to all the passing cars when we were in St. Louis) (awww memories.)
UPDATED>He still loves me...poof-daddy LOVES ME!
Seriously though..I think I need more starbucks..