Had a "Maks Moment" This Evening...
We got to our hotel. Checked in. No problems. Got the bags out of the back of the moving truck. No problem.
Hubby told me the room number. 111.
He very calmly watched me try to get into room 113. And then he started chuckling, asking me what I was doing. I looked at him for a moment, with the stupid little keycard in the lock, about to curse at it as it flashed red, and raised my eyebrows as though to say, “Um, I have a keycard in the lock of a hotel room door, it would appear that I’m trying to open it.”
He took the key from me, inserted it into the lock for room 111, and calmly swung open the door.
113 was our hotel room last night.
Hubby is still laughing at me.
It’s a good thing he’s a cutie. And that I’m too tired to do anything but laugh at myself. And that we will get to our new home (all things, the weather, and the good lord permitting) tomorrow some time around noon.