Meeting Planning is (usually) Never Boring...

OK, I mean sometimes it is when I am dealing with meetings that involve only water stations, no F&B, no room block, no nothing and when I am dealing with heinous financial processes that I detest, but overall I love what I do for a living and cannot imagine doing anything else.

So, today I get an instant message from one of my internal clients saying "This is random...but did I tell you about the bed bug situation at the hotel in New York last month?" and I'm all, NO YOU DID NOT! So he proceeds to tell me this story and how awkward and weird it was when he was downstairs with this attendee at 1 AM when she is trying to check out of the hotel and go elsewhere, etc. And then the best part-about how the next day a member of the management staff comes over to him with the "bug report" from the exterminator and is all "Those weren't bed bugs. Those were some other type of beetle."

Oh, that clears it up! Bugs in my bed are fine as long as they aren't BED BUGS, per se. OMG. I was not only itchy but also snorting and generally guffawing like a jackass after my client tells me this. Because really? Pretending that bugs in your bed are OK as long as they weren't actually bed bugs? Is not OK. So awkward.

And of course we are supposed to have a meeting at this property again in November...he doesn't want to hold it there...do I blame him? Heck no!

Never dull...

So, my dog likes it when I leave the house.

OK, so one of our dogs (Lacey) is a lab and as labs are known to be, is a totally food-motivated chowhound. SHE LOVES FOOD.

And she loves it when mommy goes to work in the morning, because when mommy leaves, HeidiLacey (what my two dogs are called together) get a treat.

Now Heidi is a German Shorthaired Pointer who we call "The Supermodel", because she's all legs and she's lean and not very food-motivated. Of course Heidi will EAT the dog biscuits, but she's not going out of her way to ask for them.

Lacey is another story...she has my morning routine figured out and in my last few minutes of getting ready, starts following me around the house and gets all antsy. It's really pretty funny. I can see her thought process of "Mommy. Mommy, please go. Lacey want treat. Mommy please go bye-bye so Lacey can has treat. Mom. Mom, go away."

I wish she'd be a little less obvious sometimes!