usetheforceluke
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Well, it's twelve days to go before we leave to go to WDW.
By now, one of us would be on the third repack of our luggage (with sweaty palms) while the other one of us would be vaguely aware that there probably was something that we had to do for some reason or other for some upcoming event (Christmas maybe?) and wouldn't be the least bit bothered about it. I'll sort of let you sort out amoungst yourselves who should be who.
There's been a couple of bumps in the travel plan, however.
The first one is that The Resident Teenager did his laundry with an open permanent marker. Not only was it open in the washer but in was open in the drier also. This doesn't overly confront me because I did *my* laundry the day before he did his, but I discovered that permanent marker really isn't permanent on enamel surfaces and comes off on clothes. So he's been told to apply elbow grease and cleaner to both machines which seems to have slipped his mind so far. So it was off to Fiona's brother's house yesterday to do laundry. We'll probably have to do one more trip up there before we leave.
Her brother's place isn't that bad a place to visit because the two older kids (five and three) now think that I'm great because I taught them how to whack a ball, showed them the bats flying around their backyard and got in to a spitting contest with them. The three-year-old (male) can really really outspit his sister and he was quite pleased with himself.
The downside is that we had to spend a good portion of yesterday in the clinic because Fiona has some sort of facial pain (an infection maybe) that is painful. By the time we finished and got her prescription, most of Sunday afternoon was gone. We came home and she napped mostly.
The real downside to visiting the clinic is that I have to have a prescription renewed by their resident cardiologist, so I thought I'd book an appointment. The nice lady said sure. Tuesday at 1:15. I said o.k... what month? She said September. I said well, I can't wait that long, my pills run out in 60 days. She said, no, not next year, it's two days from now. I just looked at her.
Last time I saw this guy, I swear he was stunned I was still alive. I'm still trying to convince him I don't have chest pains but he insists I do despite having tests that he describes as 'normal'. He wants me to take some all day nuclear percussion test and I don't want to do it. Now I have to try to squirm out of this test and get my prescription renewed. I'm still amazed I got an appointment.
To top that off, we have to put away the garden furniture in the garage, but before we can do that we have to take back all of the empties to the beer store (courtesy The Resident Teenager and friends), turn a bushel of apples in to applesauce and two bushels of carrots in to the freezer.
I'm still thinking that there is something that I have to do however... something about packing something, somewhere.....
Jim.
By now, one of us would be on the third repack of our luggage (with sweaty palms) while the other one of us would be vaguely aware that there probably was something that we had to do for some reason or other for some upcoming event (Christmas maybe?) and wouldn't be the least bit bothered about it. I'll sort of let you sort out amoungst yourselves who should be who.

There's been a couple of bumps in the travel plan, however.
The first one is that The Resident Teenager did his laundry with an open permanent marker. Not only was it open in the washer but in was open in the drier also. This doesn't overly confront me because I did *my* laundry the day before he did his, but I discovered that permanent marker really isn't permanent on enamel surfaces and comes off on clothes. So he's been told to apply elbow grease and cleaner to both machines which seems to have slipped his mind so far. So it was off to Fiona's brother's house yesterday to do laundry. We'll probably have to do one more trip up there before we leave.
Her brother's place isn't that bad a place to visit because the two older kids (five and three) now think that I'm great because I taught them how to whack a ball, showed them the bats flying around their backyard and got in to a spitting contest with them. The three-year-old (male) can really really outspit his sister and he was quite pleased with himself.
The downside is that we had to spend a good portion of yesterday in the clinic because Fiona has some sort of facial pain (an infection maybe) that is painful. By the time we finished and got her prescription, most of Sunday afternoon was gone. We came home and she napped mostly.
The real downside to visiting the clinic is that I have to have a prescription renewed by their resident cardiologist, so I thought I'd book an appointment. The nice lady said sure. Tuesday at 1:15. I said o.k... what month? She said September. I said well, I can't wait that long, my pills run out in 60 days. She said, no, not next year, it's two days from now. I just looked at her.
Last time I saw this guy, I swear he was stunned I was still alive. I'm still trying to convince him I don't have chest pains but he insists I do despite having tests that he describes as 'normal'. He wants me to take some all day nuclear percussion test and I don't want to do it. Now I have to try to squirm out of this test and get my prescription renewed. I'm still amazed I got an appointment.

To top that off, we have to put away the garden furniture in the garage, but before we can do that we have to take back all of the empties to the beer store (courtesy The Resident Teenager and friends), turn a bushel of apples in to applesauce and two bushels of carrots in to the freezer.
I'm still thinking that there is something that I have to do however... something about packing something, somewhere.....
Jim.