Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Your not my Husband!

Last weekend my husband and I along with our youngest son and my wonderful mother inlaw went on a short trip to Jackson Hole in Wyoming and then on to Rexburg Idaho to visit our former bishop and his family. His son was leaving for a two year mission for the church we belong to,(the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints).
The weather was perfect and it had been a while since I had been any where, so it was a very welcomed break.
I love it when I get to sleep in a hotel, I feel like I'm truly on vacation. After spending a great day in the beautiful cowboy town of Jackson Hole where you really feel you have stepped back in time we drove to the small college town of Rexburg Idaho. It had been over 20 years since I had visited Rexburg and there have been some changes. They have a beautiful new Temple up by Brigham Young University, Idaho. The hotel was the Best Western and it was nice for being a small town hotel. Our room was on the bottom floor and the large french window lead to the indoor swimming pool. You could also get to the front desk that way too and they had placed some tables and chairs for the complimentary breakfasts they served each morning.
The first morning we were there happened to be on a Sunday. Church started at 9am and Colin and I had just started eating when I thought I would go to the room via the french window as it was just a few steps away from where we were sitting to let Mom and Tyler know it was more than just a muffin and a glass of milk.
I saw that the curtain hadn't been pulled all the way closed and the window was either stuck or locked when I pulled on it so I knocked several times to get someones attention. No one answered and I knew that my husband was by this time out of the shower and dressed but there was no life to been had.......until I cupped my hands against the glass and peered at a naked man tip-toe toward the door of the room as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. I thought that is strange "isn't Tyler not dressed yet",until I realized that the naked man had a tattooed cross on his back between his shoulder blades. My mouth dropped to the floor,open like the mouth of the Grand Canyon, I was frozen for a brief moment suddenly feeling hot and flushed I realized that isn't my room, that isn't my husband. Running quickly in my yellow high heels I ran to sit at the table where I had left my french toast and orange juice and as if I had never left. I don't think anyone noticed my fast moves. As I slowly glanced over to the scene of the crime, most likely titled "peeping Tammy" I caught a glimpse of the occupant looking out of his window wondering who had been knocking on his window. I took a quick breath and quickly looked away and rose to get a bowl of coco puffs, fitting I thought.


  1. Oh, my dear, you are a mad woman for sure. Thanks for the laugh and laugh and laugh. What did we ever do without you?

  2. So glad I found your blog through Lynn! Love your story. I would have loved be a fly on the wall of that motel. I look forward to more of your stories!

    As for putting on weight -- What are your favorite kind of cupcakes? I'll make you some that you can eat all in one sitting.