Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for September 29, 2021

It’s right next to the bathroom with those towels and little fancy soaps you can’t touch either.

Grandma’s hostel is open for business. ;^ )

Arlo and Janis’s B&B, soon to be.

Tricky position for Arlo. One of his commanders demands entry, the other forbids it.

That closed door’s going to bug the daylights out of Luddy

A feather duster? What is this, a flashback to the 1890s?

They now have a “new” guest room. Who is going to use it? The kids and Meg?

Friend’s mother covered the living room in plastic and no one could use it. They lived in the basement. A coworker took me to his parents’ house and it had two kitchens. One in the house for show and one in the basement for use. Head scratcher.

What was it before? The “OLD” guest room?

Evidently the new green bedspread didn’t make the cut.

More Ludwig, less bistro. Works for me.

“You are not a guest…”

Classic battle of wits coming up, methinks.

Maybe Mom from Edge City can move in.

Same thing at our house.

Cats do not like closed doors.

Yep. We just remodeled our living room. New hardwood floors, paint, and furniture. No cats allowed.

Many years ago on a Saturday afternoon, there was a knock on my door. When I answered it, there was my son, his wife – visibly very pregnant, and their two kids. “Dad, I lost my job, the apartment, and we have no where else to go.” “Come in guys, we’ll find a way to make it work.”I put the girls in the front bedroom, I moved into the smaller back bedroom, cleared out the dining room and put a bed in there for my son and his wife.

When the landlord showed up asking what was going on? I explained what happened and then asked him, “What would you have me do?” This was definitely a case of “It is better to apologize than to ask permission.”

Over the next year and a half I learned the joys of walking my grand daughter to school, the sorrow when the little one discovered the lower cabinet with the pots and pans, and the hilarity of having to feed the little one outside when she had spaghetti. She loved it and put it in her hair, on her face, the highchair, and of course all around the floor. It was easier to feed her outside then just hose everything, including her, off.

Now the grandkids are almost my height, the oldest is 13 going on 25, they are doing great in school, both my son and his wife have great jobs and a fine house about an hour away. I consider myself blessed.

Cats hate closed doors.

I believe in having lots of guest rooms. They are called hotels.

Does anyone actually ENJOY staying at other people’s homes? I sure don’t! I’d much rather stay in a motel where I can relax and be myself.

Always on the wrong side of the door.