You're familiar with the Bill Engvall routine about stupid people needing a sign? I am quite certain that would apply to whomever necessitated the making of this label for a hotel thermostat:
For the record, I did not set the thermostat to 66, although I did think upon seeing it in the morning that it made a lot of sense then about how I could be fine sleeping with the big down comforter over me.
(Pretend there's a transition here.)
A totally wonderful thing happened when I went to my first appointment with my psychiatrist for my ADD eval. Aside from the ADD diagnosis, I mean. A very old lady sitting next to me in the waiting room started talking to me because I was reading a James Patterson novel. He had been one of her favorite authors, but she can't read anymore because her eyes are too bad. None of her daughters read, she told me, right in front of two of said daughters. She had this giftcard to Half Price Books that she couldn't use and she'd like to give it to me. I protested that surely one of her daughters would like it. Eventually, one of said daughters assured me that if she wanted to give it to me, that was fine.
This giftcard turned out to be worth $50. FIFTY DOLLARS. Of FREE BOOKS. Is there anything better than free books? Because if there is anything better than free books, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WOULD BE. So I went there today and got myself a book for the plane.
If you've read it, don't tell me how it ends! Also, please don't inform my nephew, should I at any point give it to him as a gift, that I really bought it for myself.
Ok, fine. I bought it because when you ask him what a dinosaur says, he says, "AAAAAAGHHHH!" and I cannot get enough of it.
Anyway, I'll be in the Pacific Northwest next week. Photos and trip updates, you know, when I get to it. Have a good week, Internet!