Disaster For a Writer

What is the worst thing that can happen to a travel/life writer?

Nothing.

In fact, the worst thing is that only good things happen. What’s there to write about then? Huh? What?

Airplane (Allegiant) arrived on time.

We didn’t have any problems with the luggage despite me fussing about it for about 2 hours.

The flight was fine. We had snacks. No one threw up. No babies cried. No one was drunk and obnoxious. Even me. The boys were great. Even the airline hostesses or whatever they are called these days were pleasant.

Very disappointing.

Then we arrived ahead of schedule. Found our car without any big problems. From Budget. A Galant. Silver. Found the hotel with the great navigation of the Prettiest-girl- in-the-world. Hilton Doubletree on the hotel circle. Checked in without problems. The room was fantastic.

The boys loved the bunk beds. We loved that we could have a room to ourselves.

We ate late, but had a fantastic meal. At least one of us smelled the flowers.

I guess the only thing that went wrong was a bracket on my braces fell off. Wires came loose. Blah, blah, blah. These things always have to happen on the first day. It’s a rule.

I’ll phone tomorrow. It could be a big deal. Or not.

Maybe I’m just too exhausted to care that much.

Tomorrow – Legoland!

Hopefully it’ll be equally awesome.

Cuz awesome is kinda fun. Even if it makes for bad writing.