I have stayed at some seedy motels in my day. I once stayed at a motel 6 for a week in San Diego right after Tony and I got engaged that was a little scary. I once stayed at a motel somewhere in rural Illinois that I was actually afraid to get in the shower...very much Psycho style, although at the time I hadn't even seen Psycho or heard of Alfred Hitchcock.

And last weekend I had a third interesting stay at a motel in Iowa. To reach the motel I had to drive by a dilapidated building sprayed with graffiti. Thankfully my room was on the second floor because I was alone for the night. I was fairly concerned when the front desk guy made me pre-pay for my room (when usually it's at checkout), and when I got in the room I made sure to look for evidence of bedbugs.

Despite the interesting motel, the weekend was awesome. I was out with the girls so we shopped, ate, and just enjoyed our free time. It was much needed and I'm so glad six of us were able to go. We were across from a casino and went to Sunday buffet brunch at the casino.

As I was getting some cornbread with my sparsely filled plate, a guy walked by and said I shit you not,

"Uh oh, better be careful or you're gonna get fat!"

I think he was joking because I had barely anything on my plate and it was a huge buffet. I hope so, because I went on to eat two mini chocolate eclairs and a dollop of chocolate mousse.

But really? So not funny.