Someone on one of the Yahoo Groups told me never to use a jacuzzi tub in the room without running bleach through it first. Her DH is a Jacuzzi repair guy.
So when we did our post timeshare check in shopping trip at WalMart, we bought a quart of bleach. We carefully filled the tub to the recommended water level above the jets (yes, we do read the instructions!) and dumped in the bleach.
Then we turned on the bubbles.
Shortly thereafter, chunks of unidentifiable brown gunk and other particulate matter began a merry dance in the tub.
We decided that we didn't want to use the jacuzzi tub after all.
No matter how much bleach we poured in it.
Wow! and I thought Missmun was going to be the messenger of bad bubbles.
I'm not even sure I want to take a bath anymore
Hey Nebo and Smidgey!
Funny episode yet again! You had us hanging with maybe getting stuck in the sand in the last one.
I am so happy you are going back in September, just in time to do a new one after you finish this one.
Not to turn this into a whirlpool thread, but a recreation manager told me years ago he wouldn't go in a hottub......
YAY, It's Thursday! Been a stressful week, I need a dose of Nebo! Will they get to the World???????
Ok, I'm Aghast, Agape, and Agog,with all this disgusting whirlpool info. Next thing you know, someone's going to tell me what goes into hotdogs. (don't even think about it)
My dear Marita, there is no way on God's green earth this will be done by sept. I'm learning. So should we all meet up down there then, This tripreport will have "asides". Besides, there will be so many tr's being written after the free dining,,,,,, you will be on second page in six hours.
Um, the orange is really good
"Guess that's it MP, gonna head back in."
"Ok, you take care, Diane's husband, been fun meeting you. Even if you did get a cheaper rate."
"See? Never be ashamed to play the "age" card. It's worth the little hit that your pride takes. But when you have an upbringing like mine, pride is the last of your problems. For instance,when i was justakid,oncemymother told methattherereallywasno,,,"
"Fine, AGAIN, nice meeting, have a nice trip down to Disney."
"Oh, but I hadn't reached,,
"FINE."
"ADIOS!"
Back in the room, I commented on how fate couldn't have been smiling on you better with the bubble thing going on.
She just blew in her straw and made bubbles.
That night, I slept like a baby.
Yep, I woke up every two hours crying and screaming.
The non smoking thing you know.
Next morning, I went to the lobby to check out the Continental Breakfast.
Would have like to try the beachcomber, but that Waffle House break blew the budget.
Ok, ok, stop it now.
This cont. break. had everything. I mean EVERYTHING.
Even waffle irons to make potholed pancakes in. It was all too confusing to me, my system was overloading so I walked out with a coffee and a sweet roll.
Outside, MAN, was it smokey. I mean, it really stinks smokey. As I'm out there sniffing, (here's where missmun tells me how many bacterium are living in smoke) A couple of fire trucks zoom by.
I went back into the lobby to talk to our host, same guy, and ask him what he knows.
Oh he knew something. Only problem was that with my hard of hearingness, and his Al Queda accent, it wasn't transferring from his mouth to my brain.
Did I just say that outloud? I"m sorry, it was just the frustration factor setting in. I had said, sorry,can't hear you, excuse me? say that again, WHAT? GET THE ,,,, OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
It seemed like he could just go on all day. As long as I was willing to keep standing there saying, "WHAT?", he would just keep standing there and repeat it in the exact, same, monotone voice.
It was like trying to crack a "Jumble" puzzle in the newspaper that the editor didn't realize was misspelled.
Soonly, we are on our way. Just staying along the coast, going to follow this down to Daytona, then pick up 4.
I was told this was a lovely drive. The ocean at your side,the wind in your face, the smell of freedom in your ashtray.
About 3 miles down, I caught a glimpse of the ocean.
Just a glimpse, mind you.
In between the condos.
Diane missed it, she wasn't quick enough.
And on we go.
The further away we got, the openings got a bit bigger, and eventually, it turned into a nice drive.
Coming up on this small town, we saw signs, something like:
"Don't miss the Shark Shack!"
"Shark Shack, 2 miles up!"
"Under all new management, THE SHARK SHACK!
"Music, Dancing, Entertainment, THe Shark Shack. On your left."
Well, we found the Shark Shack. It looked like the shark that Roy Scheider got to bite the electrified cable in the movie. It was a huge pile of burned down rubble, with the Shark Shack sign barely hanging there.
I'm sorry. After all the buildup, that will make you laugh.
Approaching Daytona, we switched over to 4, and now I'm feeling like this is the last highway I need to take.
Now too far along, I noticed a fog in the distance. "Is it getting froggy out or is it just me?"
No, she says she sees it too.
I turned on the defroggers.
Then I smelled it.
"Oh Honey, can you be ready to squirt those juice packs at a moments notice?"
I don't think she even noticed. She's got that map thing going on again.
Wants me to take the bypass around Orlando. This time I put my foot down.
Ok, dear, whatever you say.
No, actually I told her "hey, it's ten in the morning on a sunday, how bad can downtown Orlando be?"
As we are going through it, I got great joy out of constantly announcing,"Oh, look, you see that way up there? It's another car."
Then we are exitting on Universay Blvd.
No, it doesn't have the purple signs like Disney does that makes you all a-twitter, but the street is just packed with palm trees, and you still get a Hallmark Moment when you start reading the signs.
We follow the signs past our beloved Royal Pacific, and proceed down to the Hard Rock Hotel. At Universal, you are INVITED to pool hop, and all 3 hotels have great pools. So, we have visited Hrh before, just never stayed there.
And you know what?
We won't again.
Oh, it's nice, just not worth the money. With our AAA discount, it was still 242 a night.
I don't do 242.
Break time, be right back with some pics.
Good one! I think you had better sign yourself up for HGTV's "Before and After" program where contractors come in and do a complete make-over. At the end of the show you barely recognize the original, out-of-date dwelling. In your case the contractors could come in and remodel your weather foot, install a couple new knees, and replace a few discs. Then you could do this: 
and even this: 
without looking like this: 
I loved your account of circling the slow car and the car behind you following in your ruts. This certainly proves that "being in a rut" has it's advantages. I'll keep that in mind as one of life's great lessons learned from Nebo. 
You are a very intresting guy. You and your wife remind me of my soon to be inlaws. 
Not saying anything...just sitting here.
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