Husband and I both have to attend a particular education meeting each year for our work, so we actually get to travel together down the Columbia River Gorge to that meeting. It's very nice. We stay at a Holiday Inn Express we like on the north side of Vancouver, Washington.So we were sitting there in the breakfast room this last Monday morning, and I started bellyaching about the television blaring over in the corner. "The news is always bad," I complained.
"Yeah," was Husband's rejoinder. "And it's poor quality, too."
"Huh?" I asked.
"It's poor quality. You know! It's always breaking."
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