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Lani and Ann are the Weaver sisters!

Lani's household consists of Steve, the long-suffering coding genius and computer security guru; Jim, Lani's tall, red-headed and handsome son, currently finishing his second year of college; Hunter, Jasmine, Himari, Chenault, the miraculous Onyx and the even more miraculous Resk, undisputed feline rulers of the house; and Jesse, the man-hating green-cheeked conure.

Ann's household consists of Don, who is not just a computer genius but a pilot, a builder, and a damn good father; their son Steve, the marathon-running, college-bound, funniest teenager I know; and wonder dog Tater.

Other family members are Laurie, Lani's beautiful daughter who teaches at elementary levels; her handsome son Alex, aka Alexander the Great; Mary and Bo, a/k/a Mom and Dad, and Bud and Ann, Steve's patient and wonderful parents.

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Did you ever wonder . . . (posted by Ann)

what would happen if you woke up in a hotel room and realized there was a person in there with you? Well, I can tell you what I'd do because I did it this week.

And no, there wasn't a person in my hotel room.

But still - I woke up at around 2 AM and thought there was. I leaped up from the bed, screamed "Holy s*#t!" and grabbed the nearest thing at hand to hit the intruder. That thing was a water bottle, and I dumped the entire contents all over me and the bed. I turned on the light - and there wasn't anyone. I was so convinced I looked under the bed, in the closet . . . No one.

I got my heart rate down again, got on the dry side of the bed, and tried to go back to sleep. After it was dark and quiet for about 3 - 4 minutes, I heard it again.

Then we played this game. I turn on the light, or make a noise, and it goes quiet. I turn off the light and am quiet, and it's back again. A little tip-toe kind of noise. Hmmmmmm.

So I got up and worked since I wasn't going to be sleeping, and eventually about 3:30 AM I decided I could sleep anyway so I went back to bed. At 4 AM, I heard a loud popping noise followed by "Squeeek!". Then dead silence.

So much for sleep.

So here's my conversation down at the desk at 7 AM when I go to check out. Picture me, slightly haggard, and a young female manager. I tell her my story, and here's her response.

"We don't have mice in our hotel."
"I never said the word mouse - did I?"
"We don't have mouse traps in our hotel, either."
"I never said you did."

Pregnant pause, followed by her handing me my statement.

"That's it? I was up most of the night and that's it?"
"If you had called us at 2 AM we could have fixed it."
"We could have moved you to another room."
"At 2 AM, I would have had to get dressed, pack, move, unpack - I don't think so. That's not a fix."

I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation, but let's just say that Steve, Don and I will be staying at a Marriott on one of our vacations, and I'm now assessing weapon options before I go to sleep. Maybe I could bean an intruder with my BlackBerry. It might even break! Yay!

In knitting content, I give you a FIP instead of a WIP. Fish in Progress. Aren't they cute? I hope Alex will like them, and the sweater overall. It's very slow doing the two-handed thing, so I'm not making as much headway as I thought I would.

Want to see something scary? Here's the wrong side.
This week the FIP and I are in Winston Salem. I can't believe I'm travelling on my birthday, but here I am. Seems the past few years Don has been out of town for it, so now it's my turn to be out of town too. Don't feel too bad for me, though, by the time you're 47 like I am you can wait a few days for a celebration.

Here's my favorite birthday present so far. I brought PlayDoh home with me (leftover Halloween), and Steve used it very well. This is on my desk at home.

Lani, hope you get that transfer soon, I know it's really hard to be away from home. Hang in there, you said you expected it by February. That's not so terribly long away, though it can seem that way when you are sitting and knitting in a place that's not your home and waiting for a call. I bet you are turning out some great stuff - remember your cable next week!


At 12:27 PM, Blogger Kimberly said...

lol - I've done the whole "there is someone in my room thing" and even worse - "someone in my apartment"......I did not get any sleep after I woke up either.

At 1:14 PM, Blogger Lani said...

Screw that little "manager" ... what you need to do is write a nice letter to the hotel's corporate office. That's not an experience I'd want to have in a hotel, I'll tell you that! Funny as it is to read about it, I'm betting it isn't much fun to live it.

In knitting content, I LOVE your FIP. Love, love, love. I'm terrified by the whole idea of actually doing that, but I adore the end result so much that I may have to try. After Christmas, though. Before Christmas I have way too much on my plate to even think about it.

And finally, Happy Birthday, sister mine, and many many many more. Your birthday present from Steve is awesome, and I wish I could be with you to celebrate the day.


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