Life skills.

So my family is taking a vacation relatively soon.* Like, alarmingly soon. My mom is the one who plans family trips. She’s just…does. She always has, and I’m guessing I could be married with three kids and she’ll still call and be all, “We’re leaving on the 14th, do you guys need a microwave for the bottles?”

Well, this spring has been kind of hectic. John’s confirmation, my graduation, and the whole general-life-being-difficult thing kind of took up a lot of time. And so we kind of maybe don’t totally have places to stay in most of the cities we’re going to be in. So. This week my sister and I decided to help. She was going to figure out the things that we were going to do in the cities, and I was going to find hotels.

Because Civil War history doesn’t make her want to kill herself, and I really don’t want to come home from this trip a size larger and reeking, so I can find places with a treadmill and laundry services.

It was a good plan.

I mean, really. I’m 22, I’m technically a graduate student,** I could probably find a few hotels.

Except it turns out that there’s a reason my mother plans trips. She’s really good at it.

I found one hotel, in Washington, D.C. Based solely on the criteria that they had a Starbucks in the lobby. And I think they were located kinda sorta close to the Mall, maybe. I think. Except they were completely booked. Then I got bored. And went to have lunch. And…my mom found the rest of them.

But I did hover over her shoulder and whine like a five-year-old, so I’m pretty sure they all have laundry services.

I know, this is very interesting. Aren’t you glad I’m the only person left in the world with a blog?

*I’m being nonspecific so you don’t come and steal my 13-inch tube television. I know. It’s temping. Although if you wanted to do so, and enjoy some wicked cool non-HD programming on me, you could just head over to my sister’s Facebook page, where she has occasionally stops foaming at the mouth with excitement to update her status with the number of days left.
**I’m not trying to be obnoxious. I JUST LOVE SAYING THAT.

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