Dean left Sunday afternoon for a professional conference in Las Vegas, and just got back last night. Since I was going to be busy this week even without the extra childcare duties, I planned simple, nutritious meals: Kneader’s, Panda Express, and Thai Drift.
Dean and I had this conversation when he got home:
Me: “So, the place you were staying was kind of like a Motel 6?”
Dean: “Yeah. It was a Roadway Inn. And you know how I told you on Google Maps it looked like it was right across from the conference hotel?
Me: “Was the map wrong?”
Dean: “No, but what the map didn’t show was two barbed wire fences. So I had to go all the way around, and I got tired of that, so a couple of times I just jumped the fence.”
Me: “You climbed over barbed wire fences in your shirt and tie?”
Dean: “And carrying my computer bag.”
Me: “And you didn’t get your clothes torn up by the barbed wire?
Dean: “I found a spot that didn’t have barbed wire. But still, they were tall chain link fences.”
Me: “That’s like a TV show. ”