First, please forgive the short length of this post. I am one tired sack of mommy parts and I’m keeping my eyelids open by will power alone.
It just so happens that my dream job would probably come with a pretty hefty paycheck. I’m not exactly sure of the title but I want to be one of those people who rates luxury resorts. Someone’s out there doing it, right? How else do these places get their stars? Doesn’t someone have to go and actually check out the amenities a place is touting? Well that would be me kiddies. Days filled with spa treatments, complimentary fruit baskets, grand tours, compt dinners and I’d be totally open to bribery. Oh yeah, slip me some bills and, Oh Look! You’ve got 4 stars! How would you like to make that 5? Mama needs a new…..EVERYTHING.
Either that or feed starving children, make clothing for the poor, teach underprivileged teens, volunteer ceaselessly….ok, that’s what I SHOULD have put but honestly, I just want to chill…forever. Is there something evil in that?