Hotel Oregon-ia

We have mirrors on the ceiling, but there's no pink champagne on ice.

I also am not sure if we're just prisoners of our own device.

(Well, just prisoners of our two small children, which means we don't get to see if the mirror on the ceiling really enhances the experience or not.)

Comments

skyeJ said…
Maybe give them steely knives so they can go play with the beast...
3/15/2007 9:32 AM
Kristeee said…
It reminds me of the Simpsons episode where Bart & Lisa follow their parents around all across the country (like in Catch Me if You Can), trying to ruin their fun night together. Good luck!
3/16/2007 10:32 AM
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