What did Mr. Smudg find this week?
A crime scene straight out of a Craft-Store-Hell.
It started so innocently: a pile of sheets, slightly heavy, suspiciously lumpy. Then before I knew it…
*POOF*
A glitter cloud exploded like a unicorn had detonated. Silver. Gold. Pink. Iridescent.
Mr. Smudg stood there, sparkling like a depressed disco ball who’d just given up completely.
“Fantastic,” he muttered. “I look like I stepped out of a Twilight movie, just what my career needed.”
Turns out, a bachelorette party had gone full glitter cannons in the suite. At least if we’re judging by the distinctly shaped confetti and abundance of costumer rings.
And the linens? They paid the price.
This week’s takeaway?
If your celebration décor requires an 18+ rating, maybe keep it far away from the bed linens as to not break my washer.
And glitter? It stays forever.
Until next time,
Mr. Smudg
Still here. Still extremely single. Still emotionally distraught.
#Hospitality #Humor #HousekeepingUnfiltered