Don't Remind Me

Despite several testy calls to the front desk, no one from housekeeping showed up this morning to make the bed and fold the towels and make everything pretty. As is my way, I complained bitterly to hubby. "What kind of hotel is this?" Hubby reminded me, "We're no longer at a hotel." Then I reminded him, "I'm sick and can't be held responsible for my irrational thoughts." Then he reminded me, "You got sick after our NYC trip last year." Then I said, "Don't remind me." On a Sunday morning, in between dabbing my nose like a society lady, and kvetching like a whiny lil' bitch, I can only conclude that either I'm allergic to New York, or reality.