


A guest to the museum left us a present yesterday.
A present of vomit.
We didn’t realize we had received this gift until Lain was using the facilities and noticed an… odor. Gross for sure, but not anything beyond our means.

(Ready to go into battle, though a tad teary. We couldn’t find plastic gloves and had to settle for freezer bags.)
That is, until we noticed our vent had been infiltrated. Heavily. Thus, in order for air to come into the bathroom, it had to pass through a wall of upchuck. Sick.

(Hosing down the vomit-y air vent. Barf. As in, my reaction, not the description.)
And just when you thought we were getting glamorous.
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i’m so happy you blogged about this. i was wondering if you would. and it reaffirms my belief, if it was needed, that you run the coolest house museum in the country.
We don’t call ourselves This Nation’s Most Exciting House Museum (patent pending) for nothing!
LOVE the freezer bag picture.
I know your pain…
Imagine if a guest you had at your grandparents beach house in St Simons did the exact same thing in a bathroom air vent but you didn’t know it. And then imagine if you will, that you left said beach house with the air conditioned turned up to 80 as required but the next people to visit that bathroom after a long roadtrip a few sweltering weeks later in the summer were your grandparents…
What do you think about logo’d barf bags as a new promo item??
Jodi — yes! …is what I think.