Embassy Suites "Touch" My Ass...

Oh, and when I got back to the hotel two nights ago, they made up my room like I was a new guest. That means that they replaced the pad and pen on the bedside table, the "We care about the earth" card on the pillow of the other bed, and made the pretty towel fluffles in the bathroom.

Um.

Oh, and they added new and nice paper cut outs on the bottom of the trash cans, threw away my personal soap (again), and still didn't replace my TV Guide with this weeks.

Chris, the manager of pep at the lovely Embassy always picks up the phone with a "It's a lovely day over here at the Embassy Suites Des Moines."

A lovely day my butt. Then yesterday night, our keys didn't work in the doors. Hmmm.

On another note, we're exhausted. Going loopy as the final week approaches. Rest assured that while I talk a great deal about baseball and Embassy Suites totchiness that it only makes up a mere 3% of my day, at least. 96% of it goes towards work and John Kerry and John Edwards and the remaining 1% goes to sleep. So yeah, while I might blog about funny, idiosyncratic thoughts, it's mostly because they're the things that stick out in my mind when I'm not thinking Kerry/Edwards. Yeah.

And I'll put up pictures again once I either a) take them or b) get my camera to stop acting like a red-headed stepchild.

Thank the goddess that Jess is giving us some down time this weekend. We'll be using every inch of it.