Fart Fan

Because yesterday wasn't enough. lol. So since we were all in a bad way this trip, we have come to the conclusion that we are going to be a little pickier about selecting hotel rooms. We have a good method so far.... we've come a long way since the days of cheaper is best. We have graduated to nicer rooms and places. When we travel with the kids, it's all about the pool. Since we seem to be destined to live in the northern cold weather we always look for indoor pool and/or water parks. This is huge. Whenever you just want to sit back and chill, you do it poolside while they play. If we are traveling with Murphy, we simply go with our fav since it usually considers both. However this past trip has changed all of it....

We drove the first day until 330 in the morning. Because my husband is stubborn and was determined to push through. I love him. He's amazing. He's seriously the most patient man on earth too. At this point, I'm going to point out that he could have flown home for the funeral, but instead packed up the entire house to take us all with him. Knowing that we would drive him insane. With the dog too. That man. Melts me. But I digress....

So he picks a great place. We lucked out. At 330 in the morning, we got the last room at that hotel. We opened the door to HEAVEN. A huge room with two queen beds and a huge bathroom then a seperate bedroom with a big ass king bed for the parents. Murphy immediately ran and jumped into the king bed and fell asleep, cause he's the bomb like that. The children each stretched out fully clothed on the bed and then the husband comes struggling through the door dragging all the bags.

He drops everything and while nobody was looking, he got into the bathroom first. SON OF A (*&^^%^8()(8. Urgh. I hate that. And of course, I forgot to pack some damn air freshner. So he finally vacates and the children about pass out. The canary had died people.

So we finally got some sleep and at 9am we finally got back on the road. Except at some point, it came back to the subject of that bathroom odor. And the obvious absence of a fart fan. (Dave pointed this out)

People.... come to think about it, there are few things in life you take for granted like a fart fan. Why in the world would you have a nice hotel with some many amenities but no freaking fart fan. Seriously?

The kids then voted and decided that Dave is no longer allowed to get us a hotel room that doesn't have a fart fan. So apparently he is suppose to ask this at the very beginning...you know when you're checking in ... yeah.

So Dave, being my man.... starts running down this imaginary conversation with a desk clerk about a room:

So you have a room?

Does it have a fart fan?

A fart fan....?

You know, in the bathroom...?

No?

Then do you have a bathroom in the lobby here that I can violate?

Dear Lord, these people.... I have to seriously wonder if any of you have discussions like this in your family? Please tell me I'm not alone here. Please. PUHLEASE.

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