We need to get away more.

Last weekend we traveled 1200 miles for a graduation party. Really, it was more than that. It was just a chance to get the hell out of town and see family that we love dearly - and don't see nearly enough.

Although we had offers to stay with people in their homes, we insisted on getting a hotel. I wanted The Boy to have a pool, and we wanted to be able to avoid becoming like smelly fish.

Apparently we don't get away from home often enough, though.

Upon getting to the hotel room, The Boy called his grandma to tell her we made it safely. His end of the conversation involved exclaiming what our room was like and ended with "and we even have our own garbage can!"