After a surprisingly non-agonizing drive, the huskies and I finally made it to Dunnigan's Motel 6. My first thought upon driving up was "wow, right off the freeway..." My second thought was "there are practically no cars here.....what am I in for?" And now that I'm getting settled in my room, my thought is "this room is actually pretty nice!". It has that apartment smell to it....it's hard to describe, but if you've ever lived in a large apartment complex, you'll know. It's not a bad smell, kinda like paint and....*sniff sniff* laundry? Carpet cleaner? It reminds me of our townhouse when Brandon and I lived in Harrisburg. Oh jeez! Our old place smelled Ike a Motel 6?!?! Don't judge. It was a nice place. What!? It WAS!
Anyway, a nice old lady named Mildred checked me in. I tried very hard not to look like a dangerous person who arrives at 3am. Pay NO attention to the evil looking huskies in the front seat, I promise I'm harmless. Mostly. Do you ever go shopping alone, and go out of your way to show that you're NOT stealing anything? (My hands are in plain sight! My purse has remained closed!) I can't be the only one who feels this way...when the clerks follow you around, trying to be helpful? It was that same feeling. I'm a little crazy, I'm well aware of that fact. I go overboard sometimes trying to seem non-threatening and friendly, and I'm sure it has the complete opposite effect.
Okay, definitely time to go to bed. In the meantime, I'll leave you with a photo I call "Rowan and Loki earn a perfect 10 in the synchronized kong-chewing event". Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to check for bedbugs. Because I read the news.....sorry New York.