The Weekend Getaway: It’s been a hard floor night

It was our 43rd anniversary and I decided to take Mary Ellen to a local art show and stay downtown in this quaint bed and breakfast. My wife loves B&Bs so I was sure she would enjoy the evening.

The owner was extremely nice and offered to take us on a short tour of the historic building. We hauled luggage up the stairs and were led down the hall to our room. It was quaint and rustic with a porch that looked out on the downtown area. We were within walking distance to where we planned to have our anniversary dinner. All was perfect… until we saw the bed. It was not a king size bed; it was not a queen size bed. It was a double bed. The kind of bed many people sleep in…alone.

“Do you like the room?” asked the proprietor.

“I love it,” said my wife, “but where is my husband going to sleep?”

The woman looked at me and smiled. “This is your romantic anniversary. I’m sure you will make it work.”

“Even on our honeymoon, this wouldn’t have worked,” said my wife.