Wow... when you screw up, you really screw up.
I'll even give you a hint!
The correct answer is somewhere between...
0 and 570 minutes.
16,260 Seconds
Or 271 minutes.
so even if you don't win the "gumball" question, you can still win.
Yay!! We're all winners!!!!
And by plan, I mean have no real idea just what Kay
was going to spring on me when we got there.
Oh boy...
Kay did say that she wanted me to make all the plans and just tell her when and where.
But I do know her well enough that I was going to have to be verrrrrry flexible.
You make the plans and then I'll throw a wrench in them. Sound good?
Except I'd try to schedule something that we didn't really care about for the first one.
If she slept even later, it wouldn't matter if we missed the first FP.
Just thinking about planning a trip like this makes me start to develop a nervous twitch.
I was so pleased to see that the forecast for the entire week was rain.
Not partially cloudy with a chance of showers.
Just. Rain.
A quick trip to
Walmart for a half dozen ponchos later,
they announced that Danny was, Yay!, the first hurricane of the season!
Well, the good news is, that should clear the parks out some. And you don't have to join the throngs buying overpriced ponchos in the gift shops.
Option number two was to take a cab, which would cost about $50.
So I got up early and took her to work.
Good call. What's a little bit of lost sleep anyway?
Gotta stay on the kids' good side, ya know.
They'll be responsible for changing my diapers when I'm old(er).
And senile(er).
And incontinent(er).
Afterwards, I gassed up her car.
Put some fuel in it too.
I then missed the turn off for the airport parking.
I had to go allllll the way around the airport to get back to square one
and the entrance to the parking lot.
Um... you missed the turn? It isn't like this is the first time you've been there.
Today.
I hate that feeling.
I've never, ever lost a bag...
but it's still rather disquieting to see them disappear like that.
I get even more nervous watching the baggage carousel. When I see 20 or 30 bags come off... none of them mine. And then suddenly there's an interruption in the flow coming down the chute...
But thankfully my bag has always come out, eventually.
And I know that, because I once asked someone who works there.
But don't tell Kay. Let's let her just assume that I'm brilliant, okay?
At least for this one thing.
She already thinks I'm stupid in pretty much everything else.
Ok, we'll give you this one.
They then announced boarding for the high and mighty "Plus" seating guests.
La dee da... snobs.
(Yes, I had done it last four flights, but still...)
But you couldn't spring for it for your daughter???
So now I try to be on ASAP and let the guy with the duffel bag, laptop,
steinway, man-purse and pack and play deal with it.
If you manage to bring half a dozen items on as "essential" carry ons...
then you stuff it under the seat in front of you.
I totally get this. I mean I've been the guy cramming way too much crap into carry ons, but at least I don't hog the overhead. I mean you put one bag in the overhead and then the rest is in your own leg room.
What ticks me off is the guy who brings a roller, a garment bag and a coat and throws them all in the overhead... basically using all the overhead room for about 3 - 4 seats and then sits there with nothing at his feet.
That is my airplane pet peeve.
Well, one of them.
(De plane! De plane! <ding> <ding>...
and you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.)
Yes, I understand the reference.
Yes, it totally shows your age.
Just to backtrack for a second, I keep a packing list on the computer.
So when it comes time to travel, I open it up,
make whatever changes I need to it, add or subtract items as I see fit,
and then I don't forget stuff.
Here's what the first few lines looked like:
Passports – (2) Kay, me
Kay’s letter
Toothpaste
Toothbrush...
This just goes to show how important oral hygiene is to you.
You already see how this is going to go, right?
You're screwed.
He became completely still (so did I), looked me square in the eye
like a jackal sizing up a particularly tasty hunk of flesh and said:
"You don't have a letter? I can't let her into the United States without a letter."
What the HECK (although I didn't use that word) was I going to do???
Um... like I said, you're screwed.
Bonus questions!
It's no secret that we do get to Disney eventually.
Do we make our connection? Or do we make a later one?
Or do we get down the next day? Or something else?
What's your guess?
Ok... this is way too ominous. I know I always overthink your questions, but I think you're trying to play it up like it was worse than it ended up being. I think you made your flight.
You may recall that I told you I booked POP Preferred Pool View.
Kay's preference was the top floor, so that's what I asked for in the booking.
I didn't fax or phone in the request, just put it in when I booked.
What floor did we get? And was the room ready when we got there?
I think you got your request for top floor and I'll say the room was ready when you arrived.
So… did y’all have to add lengths of tin foil to try and extend the range a bit?
to the TR, Kathy!
- well, I guess I can find something to do...
