On our latest road trip my retired groom was up and down to breakfast by 7 am.  Me not till 9.  He fills the time with exercise in the fitness room or talking to anyone he comes in contact with while I sleep soundly, hibernating warmly under the covers.

This morning his audience were two of the hotel’s housekeepers that found themselves in the elevator with him as he was on his way back to our room.  He got their attention by asking them if they had a spray that would protect him from a sleeping bear.  They were all ears with his explanation of what he would confront when he opened our door. That would be me ~ his grouchy sleeping bear.

Of course he woke me with two wonderful muffins, the story he told the housekeepers and a handful of the little shampoo bottles that this hotel always provides to their guests.

His professional salesmanship has provided us a wonderful life and now that same gift of gab continues to serve him well.  Today his grooming kit is filled with those little bottles of shampoo that he loves.  And his sleeping bear got her 8 hours of sleep.                        Grrrrrrrrreat!