Because we all miss her so much and stuff. I mean, we know she’s in Zion, Utah, but where? where? where?
So to answer all these pressing questions — which is really just one question, isn’t it, and actually NObody’s asking it, so please allow me to shove this down your throats — I’m hiding out in our, uhm, bedroom suite, pretending to be asleep still.
I am here at this precise moment:
More pictures here.
Actually, more precisely, I’m in this room, in my jammies, on a cozy cushy chair, much like a chair that a certain girl I know is looking to buy. I promise to upload a craptacular cell phone photo of it later, just for her.
MB is still asleep, flopped on the right side of the bed there. Wake UP, MB!! I’m all alone! Suffering in this magnificence! ACK!
This room ….. frankly, I’m almost uncomfortable — it is SO nice. I’m all awkward with it, like those first moments of a first date. I don’t know what to say. I giggle just to fill the space. I want it to like me but there’s no way it will if I keep this up.
I’m to the left of the bed now, in the corner, curled up. Right across from me is the huge white armoire with our own personal TV. All the bedrooms have TVs. The kitchen has a TV! Lordy. I am literally just all freaked out.
Back to this room, though. Further to the right of the bed, beyond snoozy MB, lies what can only be called the Versailles of bathrooms. I get all trembly just going in there. And going in there. Stone floors. Giant glass shower with a pebbly floor that massages your feet — or stubs your toes, it’s all a matter of perspective — when you shower. A separate private chamber for taking care of business. A huge walk in closet with an ironing board, all the hangers you could possibly need or need to steal, a whole wall of shelves stuffed with smushy pillows. There are shelves everywhere in there! I’ve put one thing on each shelf so I feel all moved in. It looks really stupid. A shelf with one pair of socks and such.
I’ll leave you for now with an image of the room behind those massive windows in the first photo:
Gorgeous, no? Downside: It is 943 degrees outside and, uhm, I don’t even want to know the story behind the bubbling cesspool about a half mile up the road.
More later …. when I’m hiding out again.
oooooooh. so envious of that scenery you’ll be taking in. well, not of the scenery. of you, taking it in. i love Zion. and you’re only 2 hours from *my* Rim of The Canyon. the suite looks gorgeous.
That’s a heck of a lot better than where me and mine spent the last few days. We were camping in the wilds of Central PA at a campsite in the “primitive campground” all we had were “pits and pumps” as my mom said! To top it off, one of the kids got sick during the night and we were down to 2 sleeping bags amongst the six of us…brrrr! My husband and the sick child spent the rest of the night around the campfire for fear of a repeat performance in the tent…
It’s so luxurious and comfy looking!!
sam — No. No, no, no, no! I am so sorry! Come here NOW. You can probably ALL sleep on the huge L-shaped sofa with the fuzzy-wuzzy pillows.
We probably could since my kids seem to sleep like a litter of kittens when they’re really tired!
I’ll take you up on it the next time we’re on the West Coast as long as you come and visit when you’re on the East Coast ^j^