^ Reminds me of when I went on safari. I didn't know whether I should use the "shed" that was supposedly a toilet, or go in the fields and risk serving my rear as lunch for the world's most dangerous snakes and scorpions.
I'm a diva about coffee. When my parents were going thru their decaf phase (thankfully they're done with that) I spent a Thanksgiving morning driving around looking for an open coffee shop, convenience store or ANYWHERE I could get a decent cup. Finally, a worker in a hotel took pity on me and gave me a cup from the back room (the hotel coffee shop was closed).
I can understand this. I am not quite that addicted to coffee yet, but I have a new appreciation for coffee since I've stopped drinking. And since I discovered Illy, it's all about Illy! And it's a bit of a pain when it comes to coffee stops because not every place stocks it. Most coffee tastes appalling by comparison. I think it's to do with how they preserve the coffee in the cans. And we also keep ours in the fridge to keep it even fresher. It's tough to beat my own coffee because I use to best quality brown sugar and milk. So, yeah, not many outside coffee stops for me (unless I'm in a particularly good area), which sucks!
I like to have things clean too.
They had a program on tv about how bedding in motels are not too clean they used a vacum and all the stuff waht came out in the bag was disgusting.
This was from very high class motels in Australia.
it was the cheap motels which were quite clean.
I like to be organised and have everything in its place.
Ever since I watched a documentary which showed that every hotel they tested has sperm every where, including on the carpet, walls, cushions, headboards, and even any bibles in the room. I try to avoid hotels completely, which has somewhat inhibited my travel in the last few years!
I'll just about refuse to go anyone's house where I'm required to take off my shoes, because I hate walking around in socks. Also, I saw DIEHARD a 1000 times and I'm not being caught in a terrorist scenario without shoes.
Walking around in socks when in other places is okay, as long as the place is not too filthy (just change them as soon as I get home), but it's not my favourite thing to do. I do not wear shoes, nor walk around in socks at home... it's all about the slippers, comfy fluffy slippers, or flip flops in the summer. Now all I need is a pipe... oh wait, I have one, of a sort!
When it comes to the husband and I, I *must* have control of the TV box. No, my shows aren't any better than he watches, but they're my junky choices.
So yeah, TV box diva. Or perhaps, just a selfish bitch.
I am always happy to give up all remotes without any notice, (unless I'm ill, then it's all mine mwahaha!). I gotta' make up for being so difficult at all other times, right? Or else I can be all diva 24/7 all by my lonesome!
Most Americans wouldn't know the difference between al dente and Al Bundy.
This had me rolling! Great! Same goes for the British, I have given up trying to order pasta in most places, most dishes have more in common with porridge then pasta, even Italian restaurants here do this. I guess they have to serve what the general populace wants - a travesty!
