The first two chapters dont deal a whole lot with Disney. But theyre important. Because they set the tone, the luck and some of the themes and jokes of the week ahead. I promise, by Chapter 3, well be arriving at the Poly. And, by Chapter 2, theyll be some pictures.
I won't bore you with the details of "Disney Eve" because, frankly, nothing went down like I'd hoped. I'd
wanted to spend a quiet, romantic evening with BF before being without him for 9 days. Instead it was more about being overwhelmed by the amount of work we were going to have to do in the new place.
The overwhelming amount of work we STILL need to do in the new place.
IF we stay in the new place.
::sigh::
ANYWAY.
So, the romantic evening was out. Thankfully, no packing needed to be done since I'd been packed for, like, 6 weeks.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Not kidding.
Instead, I woke up on "Disney Morning", after a restless night's sleep, to our alarm going off at it's normal time: 4:50 a.m. BF works on Saturdays and it was actually a good time for me to get up and get ready as well. My plan was to be out of the house by 5:30 a.m. to grab coffees and to be at my mom's for 6:00 a.m. I'd leave my car at her house for easier transport home and then we pick up Missy for 6:15 a.m. to be at the airport by 7:00 a.m. in plenty of time for our 8:25 a.m. flight.
Best laid plans and all that.
You know where this is going, right?
I showered and dressed and then cuddled on the couch with BF to watch SportsCenter for a bit.
Yes.
SportsCenter.
Football season is in full swing, folks. There a REASON for me to watch SportsCenter now.
Also, it was cuddling.
So, around 5:30 a.m., I announced it was time for me to go and BF offered to carry my 42.2 lb (ahem) suitcase down to the car for me, "if I want". I'm no fool.
"Yes, please, honey." :: plink,plink :: <--- those were my eyelashes batting
I shouldered my backpack and headed down, remembering a couple of things I needed BF to take up from my trunk for the move anyway. So it was a good thing he was, in fact, coming down with me. Carrying my 7.8 lbs-less-than-50lb. suitcase behind him. I got to the car and unloaded my stuff and popped the trunk to get what he needed. I started the car to warm it up (it was a chilly mid-40's morning in the Northeast) and took my suitcase from him and popped it in the car. I walked over for a final good-bye kiss and as my lips were about to reach his...
the car shuddered and konked out.
I wish I had a picture of me, still in perfect fish-lips pucker face, turning with knitted brow to look at my car.
BF says, "Huh."
I walked back over to Baby (yes, that's her name and no, I never park Baby in a corner) and started her up again. She turned over. Grudgingly. I shrug, blaming the stupid cool autumn morning and headed back to give BF that kiss he so rightly deserveed for lugging, I mean, easily lifting, my rather heftily packed suitcase down three flights of stairs.
The car stalled out. Again.
I wish I was kidding.
I'm not.
This time she will NOT turn over. And I happened to notice that me "Feed Me Gas Or Die" light is on.
Now. In my defense, I've had Baby for 5+ years and know what her limits are in terms of her appetite. Just as we were heading home the night before, the light came on. I've driven 30 mi. (stupidly) with that light on. It was NOT 30 mi. home. Id figured I'd get gas between getting coffees and getting to my mom's in the a.m. - no biggee.
Unless you're Baby.
The beginnings of a hissy were quickly bubbling to the surface. All of the morning's plans were unraveling quicker than the Patriots offense after Tom Brady's season-ending injury. BF could see that. And he has NO PATIENCE for hissies. At 5:45 a.m. or any other time. He stomped upstairs grumbling something about getting ready for work and that he'll be right down.
In
my head it meant he was going to bring me to my mom's (which is on his way to work...if by "on his way" you mean driving through two other towns and back), so I unloaded my stuff from the car, locked it up, and waited for him by our front walk to go to his car with him. Apparently HIS plan was that he was going to get in my car and Baby would magically start up for him. When he saw me by the walkway, I got THE LOOK.
But I wasn't going to budge on my version of THE PLAN as I was becoming painfully aware of THE TIME.
I quietly informed him of my plan, ending with, "Please, lovey?" :: plinkplinkplinkplinkplink ::
He sighed and stomped to his car. This was my cue to follow and put my bags into the backseat and not say a word until the obligatory 3.45 minutes of angry-couple-silence had passed. After which I called my mom and Missy to advise them of the burp (NOZZUB) in the plans and the current 15 minute delay we were running on. Then it was all happy convo in the car. He dropped me at my mom's, we FINALLY had that good-bye kiss and I was able to convince my dad to go and check out my car while I was on vacation. BF headed to work and me, my mom and Cody headed out to gather Missy.
Cody. Cody is my mom's black Lab. He's 3. He needs Prozac. I'm not kidding. Makes for an interesting ride. This dog needs to visit my therapist more than I need to visit my therapist.
Missy's eyes were mostly shut as she dragged her also-almost-50lb suitcase to the car. I handed her her gift bag (complete with the tank I made her, which will debut in another chapter, Vacation Mad Libs and Princess Playing Cards) and she got in the backseat with Cody. We chitted and chatted some, since it had been a couple of months since my mom had last seen Missy. We also lamented the lack of caffeine. There was no traffic on the highway and we pulled up to the Southwest section of the Passenger Drop-Off area at T.F. Green (Providence, RI) at about 7:10 a.m. Not too far off schedule. After lots of "thank you's", "I love you's" and "Have funs!" we lugged or luggage (hmph) towards the doors and to the airline desk.
UP NEXT: Vomit: The Disney Secret. And No. I'm REALLY Not Kidding
, talk about withdrawel. I never did catch up so here I am.
I can't wait to read more!!!
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