I am having a perfect storm today. The hotel I described yesterday did not live up to any of its promises. It is filthy and nasty. I wore my flip flops to take a shower, if that tells you anything. There is no coffee pot in the room. The air conditioner barely works. There is a hair dryer, but it doesn't work at all.

But what I did to myself was worse. Yesterday I was wearing a black outfit, so I put on a black bra. I threw an apricot shirt in my suitcase to wear today. Guess who forgot to pack a neutral bra? The black bra under the apricot shirt made me look like I should be swinging around a brass pole for dollar tips. I tried my pajama shirt under the apricot shirt. Now I looked like I was headed for the gym to work out. Braless is not an option because -- how do I put this delicately?-- part of my anatomy is always at attention. (When I was young and naive, I couldn't understand why men always held conversations with my flat chest. I got one heck of a laugh when I finally realized they thought they must have turned me on!)

So now I am back in yesterday's clothes. But the final straw came when I reached into my suitcase for my makeup. You're probably ahead of me at this point --yeah, my makeup is sitting at home on the bathroom counter. My customers are certainly going to get the real me today!

Today I realize the value of a blog. If I weren't telling this story while waiting for my hair to dry, I would be beating myself up for being so stupid. But writing it down has put it into perspective. Stupid, embarrassing and annoying, yes, but it's far from a major catastrophe. However, considering how the day has gone so far, I intend to drive very carefully as I head for home.