Boy I sure miss home when I am away for while. I have been away but didn't mention here since Ray asked me not to. I always thought he was Mr. Overboard when it came to safety. I mean what are the chances someone I know would read my blog or Facebook page and see I was gone and break into my house. Well apparently Mr. Overboard was correct. I was ready to laugh at him and call him crazy until the day before we left to come home. We saw on the news where a lady posted she was going on a date and about 45 minutes after she posted, one of her "friends" on Facebook broke into her house. So now I will never get to post before a trip about being gone. Oh well one more thing to adjust to.
I went with Ray back to Utah. He had meetings in Park City and they booked us at the Waldorf Astoria. Now I am just a country girl at heart and try really hard to never "get above my raising" as my grandma would say. This place was FOO FOO! We couldn't even park our own car. We did manage to bring our own luggage up but only after Ray refused twice to let anyone help us. I am sure we looked like the Clampett's invading Beverly Hills to everyone there. I was in my denim capri pants, t-shirt and flip flops and everyone there was dressed well with lots of jewelry. Me? I don't wear jewelry. I just never really liked wearing it as a teen and when we dated and married and Ray bought it for me I never remembered to wear it so he stopped buying it. (differently subject...back to foo foo)