Earlier today I mentioned that I’m going to be writing “the moosh in indy guide to living in a hotel for an extended period of time without succumbing to the desire to peel your face off.” Because despite the fact this room is painted the color of fake butter and my feet stick to the carpet? I have fashioned a pretty cozy little abode here (as long as you’re wearing socks that is.)
Today I invested in a tiny little crock pot and produced real live man food for when my man came home. Another bonus to hotel living? Cody’s going to work tomorrow smelling of beef and potatoes.
Here’s the thing. Yesterday I found a pair of (worn) Jockeys in (Cody’s) hotel nightstand.
Tonight? He noticed something pink and leopard print looming behind my hotel nightstand.
When I say classy two star hotel living at it’s finest? I mean it. (the moosh is using dollar store Christmas lights as a night light.)
And thanks for all the microwave recipes. But you guys realize I’m in a hotel right? Where paprika is not a readily accessible ingredient? (And side note, seriously, what’s with all the paprika in microwave cooking?) Also, who wants to wash dishes in a hotel sink? Anyone? Thought so. When I actually have a house with paprika and dishes and a working sink I’ll have to give you a good old review of some of these recipes that I’ve gotten. Let’s just say Amalah will have nothing on some of the lovelies I’ve gotten in my inbox.
In other news? I picked out tile today. And paint colors. AND A (dual!) VANITY. AND COUNTERTOPS.
Forget Sur La Table. Have you guys ever been in a tile store? ZOMG YOU CAN TILE YOUR WALLS IN REAL PEARLS AND NO I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING.
*ahem* As an aside. Seeing as how I have now bought a house in Indiana, I’ve eaten fried Pepsi at the Indiana state fair so you wouldn’t <strike>make the same mistake</strike> have to and am currently giving you the play by play from one of Indiana’s finest *cough*sarcasm*cough* hotels, could I trouble you for a one click vote as one of “Indiana’s Top 50 Blogs?” Voting ends tomorrow and I’m a little late to the game. I’m flattered and honored to be on the list with so many of my Hoosier friends, but let’s be honest, if I’m going to be sleeping in a room where dirty underpants appear as if from nowhere?
I’m going to need to your help in some merciless butt kicking.
Go here to vote, I’m somewhere between 2 and 25. And if I’m #1? Your work here is done.
Tomorrow will come pictures on the progress of our! first! house! renovation! extravaganza!