Nothing to See Here…

I just look at this picture:

And that helps me get through it (through the misery of having a nice clean hotel room to myself and an expense account and high speed internet and control of the remote and the best freaking pillows in the history of the WORLD) without too many tears.

I’m a freaking SAINT. That’s what it boils down to. Am I right or am I right or am I right? A saint… I should have my face on a piece of toast on eBay. No doubt in my mind at all.