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These are saving our life on this vacation. Not sure what's up with this hotel, everything else is awesome, but they're pretty stingy with coffee in our room. Considering our rate doubled through the week during a sold out oil convention, yeah, you'd think, right?

Got stuff to do, places to go, people to see! Better get rolling.

Please to note the brainwashing has begun- there is a Stargate on the TV and a remote in the kid's hand.

NASA will hafta wait till tomorrow, got some more house stuff today, hopefully some estimates happening, and after that maybe hanging out and playing games or something. Maybe I should take our laundry over, lol.

Zurrito time!

This is a working vacation. We're helping the kids get a little bit of plumbing ready on their 'new' house. It's actually an old house in an awesome neighborhood, totally worth the fixing up. They stripped out the old flooring and put new flooring down already, painting is done-ish, hook ups done, etc. They've got a big yard to reclaim from the wilderness with established roses and fruit trees and garden area, nice outbuilding. Couldn't be happier for them. If economic projections come true, they might be part of the last of the homeowner phase of our country. Trends are spiking toward community residential.

Want to spend the day hanging out and cooking with the mama and the zurrito at the old place today while the guys do man stuff at the new place. Hoping tomorrow is a NASA day. Yesterday was very long and I'm worn out, but also very enjoyable. I managed to scare someone in a nice restaurant, weirdo coming through... Yes, a spectacularly coiffed non-white woman in a racially slurredly named restaurant actually pulled back her skirt like I was a giant cockroach, and I couldn't help smiling real big and saying hi. I could've worn my melon colored Alfred Dunner slacks, right? It's all good. If I'd stayed in food all these years I'd be owning my own restaurant by now. If there is anything I've learned in the Ozarks, it's you can't judge by clothes, rich people abound all around us. Be nice anyway. If we don't have a sense of humor, what have we got?

#SnarkAcrossAmerica, people. I'm on it. Back to my vacation. Cowabunga, dudes.

Scott's a natural born big city driver. I'm a natural born xanax junkie when it comes to that kind of traffic.

We're pretty experienced at hotels. This one gave us only one cup of regular coffee for two people on an 8-day stay. I'm drinking decaf at 5 a.m. while we wait for the continental breakfast coffee at 6. I'm considering investing in a little coffee maker. I brought real mugs, already have the fridge in here stuffed full. I'm really good at living in hotel rooms. If I ever get rich I'm traveling the world and checking out awesome hotel rooms and bed and breakasts. Other than the coffee problem, we're in a pretty sweet room, directly behind a Ben and Jerry's (Scott is in heaven), across the freeway from a huge mall, a block away from a big hospital (jokes fly, I'm the ER queen because allergic reactions and super pain spikes, thank goodness I've never been to an ER while on a road trip). At any rate, we're surrounded by nice restaurants and quality shopping, and half an hour from Galveston, my favorite place in the whole world. I had a blog for awhile named after the seawall there, which is made of pink granite, my fave rock.

Enough rambling. I'm on vacation!!! I have to get dressed and get outa there!!! I've got a zillion things to do!!!