January 6 2016
137/365
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times. The first part was because, after a grueling three-day work-week back from Christmas vacation, we're back on vacation again! FINALLY! By this time tomorrow we'll be living the Mickey Mouse dream! As for the second part, though...
... For starters, Pookie got sicker again tonight. BOOO! Then there was much stressing about packing, as there always is, with the usual hectic scrambling and snipping and crankiness and man, traveling really sucks. And then, there was the Great Suitcase Debacle. Pookie has a brand-new (very expensive) suitcase because the Peeing Bandit ruined her old one, and after packing everything up she went to set the new lock and... nothing. It got halfway set, and then wouldn't re-open. And yes, it got locked shut rather than being locked without the zippers in their slot. So now we're heading off to bed, with a pre-dawn departure for the airport, and Pookie is not wholly sure how she's going to get back into her suitcase. At least all her essential nutmeats were in there, and now it's just a question of whether someone at the airport with a TSA key will open it for her, or whether we'll have to rely on the hotel staff. Worst comes to worst, the suitcase can be cut open. And then the very expensive suitcase company can refund us. Harrumph!
January 6 2016
137/365
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times. The first part was because, after a grueling three-day work-week back from Christmas vacation, we're back on vacation again! FINALLY! By this time tomorrow we'll be living the Mickey Mouse dream! As for the second part, though...
... For starters, Pookie got sicker again tonight. BOOO! Then there was much stressing about packing, as there always is, with the usual hectic scrambling and snipping and crankiness and man, traveling really sucks. And then, there was the Great Suitcase Debacle. Pookie has a brand-new (very expensive) suitcase because the Peeing Bandit ruined her old one, and after packing everything up she went to set the new lock and... nothing. It got halfway set, and then wouldn't re-open. And yes, it got locked shut rather than being locked without the zippers in their slot. So now we're heading off to bed, with a pre-dawn departure for the airport, and Pookie is not wholly sure how she's going to get back into her suitcase. At least all her essential nutmeats were in there, and now it's just a question of whether someone at the airport with a TSA key will open it for her, or whether we'll have to rely on the hotel staff. Worst comes to worst, the suitcase can be cut open. And then the very expensive suitcase company can refund us. Harrumph!