Mister Icky Sneaks Into My Hotel Room...

... and nobody was any the wiser! I believe it was Wednesday, which means I was in a medium-sized town in southern Minnesota. This hotel had the nerve to charge for 1)Maid Service, 2)Internet access and 3)An extra person in your room even if you're married to him all nice and legal. In addition, there not only was no pool, there was no exercise room, no carb-loaded breakfast and only one packet of coffee, which I assume I was supposed to make last for two days. After a trip to the grocery store, I made a secret call to Mister Icky on my cell phone and arranged for his arrival. Hahaha on you, unnamed hotel!