My kids are assholes. Mind you I did not raise them that way but when put together they become assholes. Like Stafford and Mumford. Those two asshole Muppets that insulted the acts on the Muppet Show.
My children did not count the towels at 4 am when we got up and so by the time I got in there were 3 wet towels on the floor and no 4th for me. To be fair all hotels had 4 towels up to this point. Calling the front desk was a moot point at this point so I opted for a hand towel. Yes. A hand towel.
My children did not count the towels at 4 am when we got up and so by the time I got in there were 3 wet towels on the floor and no 4th for me. To be fair all hotels had 4 towels up to this point. Calling the front desk was a moot point at this point so I opted for a hand towel. Yes. A hand towel.
But then a miracle happened. Somewhere along the 666 miles of this trip they bonded. No cell phones came out. They hummed songs, they watched views they have never seen in their lives. Even they admitted it was so great not to have cell phones out.
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