Let the journey begin. Today was the last workday for teachers. We both hurried home and started frantically packing. We are severe procrastinators, especially when it comes to figuring our who can outwait the other. I do everything in preparation for a cruise. I choose the ship and itinerary. I choose the cabin. I book the cruise. I track airfare prices until I get the best possible rate. I use Priceline to get good deals on hotels and rental cars. I memorize the deck plan. The night before the cruise, the anticipation of it all get’s the better of me. I am out of steam. It’s his turn. Rex made a list of last minute things we need to remember to do. It's on a legal pad, full from top to bottom. I hope we don’t loose the list.
It’s break time, let’s crack open a bottle of red wine and procrastinate more. Okay. It’s only 7:30 PM, we have plenty of time. We fly from Atlanta to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow. The flight doesn’t leave until 11:30 AM, we have plenty of time, get me a Heineken, please. We are charging the laptop, the cell phones, the digital camera’s, and the iPod….can’t do much until that’s done anyway.
Okay, let’s eat the lo-cal vegetable soup. We wouldn’t want to be bloated on the plane tomorrow.
The dogs (3 miniature pinschers) know we are leaving. It is so annoying when they sneak poop in the suitcase. Bitzi the beast is the one who does that. Popi and Pipi would never do such a thing.
I have really over packed this time and so far we have both decided to forego formal night. Let’s see, I have a swimsuit that I might wear just to scare the kids out of the adult pool. I have packed 3 regular t-shirts, 5 polo style t-shirts, 6 sleeveless tops, 5 pairs of shorts, 6 pairs of slacks (drawstring, of course) and 9 Hawaiian print blouses. I am taking 2 pairs of flip-flops, a pair of sandals, a pair of tennis shoes and a pair of deck shoes (unless we through in the formal stuff at the last minute). I have the swimsuit cover-up and some sexy pj’s. Well, twenty years ago I might have looked sexy in them but I can pretend. I don't have to look at them anyway. I am an expert mirror dodger.
It’s after dinner, couch time! Who wants to miss Evander Holyfield doing the Cha Cha Cha? There’s nothing on so I’ll watch anything to delay the inevitable. I’ll change the sheets during a commercial.
We are so tired. Leaving for the cruise the day after the last day of school, is probably not the wisest move. But hey, I can sleep all summer.
Changed the sheets so they will be "almost" fresh when we return. We can’t finish packing tonight. We are both exhausted. Nite, nite.
Oops, can’t go to bed yet. Rex is using wood clamps, half-gallon chicken broth cans and the empty liquor bottles that he hoards to stretch his socks. There are some family secrets that will stay secret but I am going to reveal just a few of the less odd. I would take a picture of all the liquor bottle socks but the camera is in the backpack. Maybe in the morning.
Rex snuck to bed while I was typing this. Is snuck a word? Goodnight.