I've always liked the idea of bed and breakfasts.
This was never any more apparent than when Billy and I went to Montana for the first time together.
We stayed in bed and breakfasts every single night and let me tell ya by the end of the trip we were...
Well, we were basically ready to stay in a hotel.
Like, forever.
You can only handle so many floral sheets, doilies, and quirky innkeepers.
It's not all Gilmore Girls out there, kids.
The first establishment we stayed in was in Missoula, Montana.
Home of the University of Montana.
So, Go Grizzlies and all that.
The campus was amazing.
Seriously, if you ever get the chance to go to Missoula you should go.
The Bed and Breakfast was nice too.
Awww...there it is: Billy's pointing to it.
And yes, my husband from Alabama really is named Billy. Dave Letterman thought it was funny too.
The waitress/maid/college student/hostess was super nice.
In it her dog had been trapped inside and when the firefighters got there he wasn't breathing.
And then...
One of them performed mouth to mouth on him - THE DOG - and he started breathing again!
True Story.
Anyway, back to the Bed and Breakfast...
I can't remember what it was called and that's a good thing because...
Well...
I'm still not sure how it happened.
Let's blame it on Billy shall we?
You know how some condos or Bed and Breakfast's have guest books?
Wait! Rabbit Trail!
Number one:
I never have really gotten the whole 'Please Sign Our Guestbook' thing.
I mean, I love being all snoopy and seeing where everyone is from that signs.
And...
I love seeing their restaurant recommendations but there are always those people that say things like:
Thanks for sharing your condo with us!
or
Thanks for letting us stay in your Bed and Breakfast!
And those two statements confuse me.
Because here is the deal: They didn't 'let you stay' and they didn't 'share' it with you.
You just paid a bunch a money to stay there!
And you probably didn't even have cable.
And number two:
The worst is when people get all preachy and want to tell you their thoughts on EVERYTHING in the guest book.
True Story:
We once stayed at a Bed and Breakfast in Mentone, Alabama.
When we looked in the guest book we saw that a famous country music singer had stayed there!
If I said their name you would know it.
Now don't go thinking we are high rollers because we aren't.
It's just that Mentone is a very tiny albeit beautiful town and your choices of lodging are limited.
Here is the deal though:
Her signature was all:
People just need to treat each other with kindness,
Share joy with everyone you meet,
and
Love with all your heart.
Seriously, it was like a jewelry commercial near Valentines Day.
Alright, already.
I get it. You're deep.
Blast!
Now Billy is going to say I'm being mean.
Sheesh, what was I talking about?
Oh, yeah: the guestbook.
So anyway, we pack up to leave the Missoula Bed and Breakfast and drive 300 miles on down the road and check into the next Bed and Breakfast.
There, upon unpacking, I find the guest book for the Missoula B and B in my suitcase.
I have no clue how it got there.
So, I just thought:
Okay, no big deal I'll just send it to them.
Five years later...
Yes, you read that right.
Five years later...
I put it in the give away stack.
I really have no excuse.
We should probably stay away from Bed and Breakfasts...
And guestbooks.
And if you see the guestbook at Goodwill feel free to send it on to Missoula.