Hubby was done with travelling. He’s braved Canada’s storms – twice. Once he was safe in our Nation’s Capitol, he was ready for a nap…
So I loaded the boys (and their endless socks) into the minivan (that Hubby still hates me for buying) and drove through the thunderstorm. We made it to the Marriott Suites. Where my Hubby was waiting.
We had a lovely weekend.