Handicapped

Our hotel burned last night. . We were awakened by smoke and alarms. And quickly evacuated. I barely had time to grab my laptop and cell phone before fireman were yelling and banging down doors for us to get out.

We assembled outside along with other PJ-clad residents, and watched, without words, as our hotel began to flame forty feet away. .

Teehee.

We’re Finally Here

At around midnight last night when we finally turned off the lights and went to bed, the whirring AC clicked off and the room went stone silent.

Then there was a scraping sound. It got louder, and my eyes shot open, listening. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was coming from the window. It wasn’t until I heard the truck whir past that I closed my eyes again and snuggled back under the covers, knowing it was nothing but traffic.

“It’s the loompa loompas,” my mom hissed in the darkness.

Loompa loompas?

I had no idea what she was talking about. But no matter, I almost jumped out of bed and rushed to the window to see the “loompa loompas.”