L.A. Part Two: There’s somebody sleeping in my bed. And he’s still there.

By |2013-11-21T19:27:09-05:00February 4th, 2013|Have Boobs Will Travel, Marriage, Sex, Travel|

I get weird in hotels. Under normal circumstances, in my home, I'm a germaphobe. I don't use the upstairs bathroom because it perpetually smells like boy. I have my own orange juice in the fridge because I'm the only one who likes it extra pulpy, but also because I drink out of the bottle and [...]