Yes. That is the bat boy's locker room. And before you start to go feeling sorry for us, let me explain. We have the moolah for a hotel room. But Tim got home today at around 6 in the morning having not slept a wink during the trip back from their road games so staying up was not an option. He needed sleep, and I didn't want to pay $50 for him to get 6 hours of it. If we check in now, the hotel will charge us for a full night and I, personally, don't consider that to be a good steward of our money. The clubbie says we're more than welcome to use the bat boy's locker room for Tim's... nap? For. Free. That's what I consider a good deal. And no. We're not sleeping on the floor.
That's what our handy dandy travel bed is for. I mean seriously...I freaking love my life. I've managed to find society's acceptable way to be a gypsy AND God just happened to bless me with the best guy possible to experience it all with. Much love to you all!
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