Marrying George Clooney

… as far as hotel rooms go.
less… smaller… nope. not more. at all.
ken & i stayed in nyc last night. i was a “special guest” at the WCF gala dinner. what an amazing organization, which by the way, everyone and i mean everyone should go online, google wcfonline and do something, anything to support women who are running as candidates.
we need women’s voices. period. end of story.
ok.
my very short … but VERY IMPORTANT … political plug.
so, back to my small — as in squeamish, hellish — hotel room. this is a true story.
as in TRUE. REAL.
i will not mention the hotel by name. but suffice it to say that the room was as big as my closet which by the way is not a walk in. it is not huge and grand and spacious. it is a walk in… in so far as, i walk in and i take my clothes out.
this was an upgrade from standard.
standard as in, my guess, a frickin’ closet without shelves.
i can’t believe people charge 200 bucks for this.
i can’t believe we paid 200 bucks for this.
i can’t believe we had sex this morning in this room. but we did. and it was ….
well…
fab-u.
and now ken & i are expecting twins — as in beds — in nine months.