Orlando Magic

I went to Orlando and attened a seminar for work. I stayed in a very nice hotel - not the resort type but still a nice hotel. My room was on the 3rd floor and it overlooked the back parking lot. The view didn't matter so much as I was stuck in a conference room all day.

Early morning Friday - check out day. I went down stairs to find one of those rolling carts that you place all of your luggage on. I know, I always take too much. I really didn't need 5 pairs of shoes, two pairs of sneakers, 2 sets of flip flops for 5 days - whatever!

So I drag this rolling rack from hell up the elevator to my room. If you have ever tried to push one -holding a cup of coffee - you know what I am talking about. The wheels do not work together as a team. One goes North, one goes South, one twirls around like a dog chasing its tail and the other one is stuck and never moves.

I get to the door, spill a little coffee down the front of my white shirt and knock softly on the door. I know my roommate is up. No answer. Perhaps she is still in bed. I knock a little harder. No answer. She could be in the shower. My knock is now insistent. I add a little sound to my knock. The coffee spills all over. Now, I know she is just being spiteful.

I look up for some odd reason and I see room number 221. OMG!!! I'm on the wrong floor and at the wrong room and it's 5 AM in the morning. I drop the coffee cup on the carpeted floor and race down the hallway to the elevator - leaving the one and only rolling cart in front of their door. Two sprints away from room 221 I hear the door squeak open. I keep on moving and don't look back.

I have looked at my drape less living room windows for months. I just don't know what I want or what would look good at a price I can afford. I spent the night in a hotel this weekend and saw my inspiration. The room had simple white shears on the windows. They let in light but blocked the view from the outside. A perfect solution for my drape less windows.
The Sunday paper arrives - actually I walk down to the corner to buy one. I search for window coverings. Funny the minimal amount of ads in today's paper. I did find a few and they are sold by the panel - about $20.00 a panel. I look at my drape less windows and think 6 or 7 panels. Wow. There goes the budget.

I need to measure the length. I search the garage workshop for a tape measure. You would think he could have a little organization in his PLACE. I tear stuff apart looking for a tape measure. I find a nice plastic lime green one. Off I go into the living room armed with the tape measure. The metal tape bends over before it reaches the top of the window. I start measuring from the floor up? That doesn't work. I huff and puff and he ignores me. I refuse to ask for help. I get a kitchen chair and stand on it. Not high enough to reach.
I go back to his work space in the garage and grab the step stool. I unfold the little demon and pinch my hand in the process. I mutter unkind words to the step stool. I climb to the top step and wobble a little but get that tape to the top of the window. 84 inches just what the ad said. I push the little black button to rewind the metal tape measure. Snap! Ouch! The little bugger snapped my pinky. Instant pain and the big blue bruise appears. Hurts like hull. I step off the step stool begin to close it up and - OUCH. It catches my injured pinky.
I just want drapes up to my bare windows so I can't view the neighbors and they can't view me.
The television stars that spruce up a room in 30 minutes make it look so easy. I can't even measure without being injured. Perhaps I should have asked for a home makeover with a $100.00 budget.