The Old Railsplitter

Well we're back from our little weekend get away. I'm happy to report that I was able to control myself and the trip went pretty well. There were no melt downs, flare ups and the only talk of murder was in regards to Abe Lincoln.

"Wife" had made all the arrangements, so I was looking forward to blaming her when things went wrong. Try as I might, I really couldn't find much to criticize. We got to the hotel and I was greeted with the news that "Wife" had booked us a suite. This turned out to be fantastic. "Daughter" was going to sleep in the "sitting area" on a pull out couch, and "Wife" and I would be encamped in our own bedroom, complete with a locking door. Visions of hotel lovin' danced in my head. I don't know about you, but hotel lovin' is always more exciting than at home lovin'. Maybe it's because of the mystery, the sense of forbidden lust, or the thought of the hundreds of folks who have done the horizontal mambo on that Posturepedic, but I enjoy getting my swerve on in a hotel. Usually family vacations are a no love zone, but this time we had our own room. Va Va Voom! I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what happened, but based on my past experiences, I think you can draw an accurate conclusion. While I'm focused in the bedroom, let me just say that I have never slept in a softer bed than I did this weekend. Not to go all Johnny Carson on you, but it was so soft that Democrats were using it as the basis for our immigration policy. "Wife" enjoyed it, but I felt like I was in some 70's bachelor pad on a leaky water bed. Finally, something to bitch about.

We took in all the historic Lincoln sites on Saturday. Normally I get bored with too much history, but the new Lincoln Presidential Museum was fascinating. It had a couple of cool video presentations which meant I could take a break from reading. I hadn't studied history in a while, and it was very cool to get swept up in it for a little bit. We got to go on a tour of Lincoln's house, and "Daughter" was curious/grossed out by the bathroom situation. The thought of using a chamber pot made her ill. I think it's a great idea, and even though I'm only a few feet from honest to goodness indoor plumbing, I may institute a chamber pot policy in my own home. That would be an extreme way for "Daughter" to earn an allowance, but a kid needs to learn the value of hard work. An interesting side bar, the Lincoln's had a three hole outhouse. If "Daughter" finds using a chamber pot unseemly, imagine the horror of sitting next to me and "Wife" while we drop some kids off at the lake in the morning. A family that (blanks) together stinks together.

So overall it was a very enjoyable weekend. I'm proud of myself. I controlled my temper and can't be accused of ruining anyone's good time. "Daughter" was laughing the whole weekend and even "Wife" allowed herself to have some fun. Let's see how long I can keep up the good behavior. It does make things easier. Later...Brian