Posh
Like I said before, I should blog more often.
Okay, so Frank and I have been married three months short of five years. In all that time, we generally seek out the most basic of hotel rooms — Motel 6 is our style, thank you.
But for three nights, we’re living it up in luxury at the Marriott Sable Oaks in South Portland, Maine. Never in our married life had we had a room so fancy. The fluffy pillows and duvet, the huge king-sized bed, it’s all delightful.
Did I note that we’re not paying for any of this?
Frank is attending a “Moving Mountains” seminar for today and Friday on child protective issues put on (and paid for) by the state legal system. Hundreds of attorneys are here — and to get them here, lawyers who live more than 200 miles from Portland were offered three free nights at the Marriott. I reckon that about nine or 10 Washington County lawyers made the trip, some with wives. Why not?