Do Not Disturb. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

Meeting up with my OK* girlfriend went fantastic. Her kids like me, her family likes me, her roommate likes me. She gave me a family for Christmas. Totally worth the 1350 mile drive.

Lots of little stories, but there’s one little moment which amused the hell out of me. She put me up in a motel, as her lease has a no-overnight-guests clause. Naturally, we consummated the relationship on the first night. Without getting into details, well. Tashy’s loud. Very loud. In the morning, we discovered a “Do Not Disturb” sign on our doorhandle.

Neither of us put it there.

Oops.

I’m just picturing someone walking by and hearing us. It’s not like you can tell us to get a room - as we had one. And then politely leaving the Do Not Disturb sign. Ha ha.

Okay, it amused me. Carry on. And don’t worry, we used condoms. Always use condoms, kids. Well, unless you want kids.

*OK. As in Oklahoma. Oh, I’m going to be making many okay OK jokes.