We Don't Do Hot Tubs

I don’t think I told you, but we are on a mini-vacation this weekend. We’re in Minneapolis. It’s close enough to home that it didn’t cost us a plane ticket, yet far enough away so we don’t have to do laundry.

So Hubs has major issues with hotels. When we are away from home overnight, we basically take our bed with us – we haul 4 blankets and 4 pillows. And we don’t walk around in our barefeet. And don’t even get me started about the pool and hot tub area.

Let me preface this by telling you that Hubs has his CPO (certified pool operator) certification. So he knows about the chemical balance in pools and hot tubs. And he also knows that public hot tubs are f-ing gross.

You know those bubbles that float on the top of the hot tub water at the hotel pool? You think those make a hot tub more appealing? Think again. Those bubbles are the results of body oils, skin, hair, and other stuff that comes off or out of bodies. So the next time you think of making yourself a beard out of the hot tub bubbles, keep this blog posting in mind.

We’re headed back to Iowa tomorrow. I plan to walk back to Iowa in an attempt to work off the excessive amount of food I’ve inhaled this weekend. After breakfast at IHOP, of course.