RoyalVizier
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Jun 4, 2006
Good Morning All...
Just a few miscellaneous updates for today...
First of all, my lovely bride alleviated a potential crisis this morning by insisting I call and confirm my tuxedo rental for Formal Night next week. I ordered a tux over a week ago online, but never received a confirmation email. So she insisted that I call and check to be sure it was okay, so I did, and well... it wasn't okay.
They had no record of my order whatsoever, and the representative that I spoke to was very rude, so I just placed the order over the phone. Good thing I still had the slip with all of my measurements on it!
Also, the other night we had a bit of a production that had absolutly nothing to do with the cruise or cruise planning, but it was sadistically entertaining so I just have to share. The other night, around 10pm, my wife came in from taking a bag of trash outside and when she came back in I noticed a gecko next to her on the wall above our big living room picture window, and he was not offering to save us money on car insurance. His little sucker feet were scurrying diagonal up the wall to the crease between wall and ceiling. Well when I pointed it out, she starting flailing about and running to the other side of the room as if Godzilla's tongue had burst through the front of our house to give her a little lick.
Being the loving husband that I am... I laughed.
What ensued over the next 30 minutes I can not possibly recount with any justice to the events that took place. I can tell you that it included a piano bench, a grill spatula, and tupperwear. Picture chaos. Picture Paul Blart meets the 3 Stooges meets Adam Sandler all trying to exorcise a malevolant spirit from a living space. The outcome: a missing gecko. He was in our sights for awhile, but then... nothing. He just disappeared, and then my wife promptly said she'd never sleep again. If a hero emerged from the spectacle, it was our 16 year old daughter who fought valiantly, but to no avail, for the beast triumphed and disappeared.
That was two nights ago and we haven't seen his slipperly, slimely little tail since... maybe the next owners of the house will find a little gecko skeleton during a remodel.
So other than the tuxedo incident, we doing pretty good... the bedroom is becoming more and more full of odds and ends that are eventually going to be going into suitcases, and the lists are getting shorter and shorter!
FOUR DAYS!
Just a few miscellaneous updates for today...
First of all, my lovely bride alleviated a potential crisis this morning by insisting I call and confirm my tuxedo rental for Formal Night next week. I ordered a tux over a week ago online, but never received a confirmation email. So she insisted that I call and check to be sure it was okay, so I did, and well... it wasn't okay.
They had no record of my order whatsoever, and the representative that I spoke to was very rude, so I just placed the order over the phone. Good thing I still had the slip with all of my measurements on it!Also, the other night we had a bit of a production that had absolutly nothing to do with the cruise or cruise planning, but it was sadistically entertaining so I just have to share. The other night, around 10pm, my wife came in from taking a bag of trash outside and when she came back in I noticed a gecko next to her on the wall above our big living room picture window, and he was not offering to save us money on car insurance. His little sucker feet were scurrying diagonal up the wall to the crease between wall and ceiling. Well when I pointed it out, she starting flailing about and running to the other side of the room as if Godzilla's tongue had burst through the front of our house to give her a little lick.
Being the loving husband that I am... I laughed.
What ensued over the next 30 minutes I can not possibly recount with any justice to the events that took place. I can tell you that it included a piano bench, a grill spatula, and tupperwear. Picture chaos. Picture Paul Blart meets the 3 Stooges meets Adam Sandler all trying to exorcise a malevolant spirit from a living space. The outcome: a missing gecko. He was in our sights for awhile, but then... nothing. He just disappeared, and then my wife promptly said she'd never sleep again. If a hero emerged from the spectacle, it was our 16 year old daughter who fought valiantly, but to no avail, for the beast triumphed and disappeared.
That was two nights ago and we haven't seen his slipperly, slimely little tail since... maybe the next owners of the house will find a little gecko skeleton during a remodel. So other than the tuxedo incident, we doing pretty good... the bedroom is becoming more and more full of odds and ends that are eventually going to be going into suitcases, and the lists are getting shorter and shorter!
FOUR DAYS!
Actually in my wifes case it was more of a jerking kind of flailing thing. Im surprised an ambulance didnt pick up on us and become concerned that someone was having a seizure within the automobile.
