Explanation: I hate having my arms pinned down but I like to be covered up and warm. So my solution is to sleep with my comforter pulled up to my chest and then a blanket covering my arms and pulled up to my face. It's weird. I know. But I can't help it.
Regardless, I left the damn blanket in Lubbock at what may perhaps be the trashiest hotel I've ever stayed at (more on that later). So what are the odds of me getting that back? Considering one of our friends left this hotel because the sheets hadn't been washed and had stains on them... I'm guessing not good.
This is on the tail end of me leaving my favorite necklace at the hotel after Jodi's pre-wedding slumber party.
S0 there ya go... I'm 0 for two in terms of successful hotel departures.
I'm super annoyed, but what can I really do other than call the hotel tomorrow and hope for their sympathy to overcome their apathy?
C'est la vie.
*For the record, I can already hear certain family members scoffing at the use of the word "child". And what I meant by "that child" was that I was a person of which we will not discuss baby blanket retirement age. Let's just say there were many jokes at my expense involving said blanket.