LET’S DANCE OR SUMP-IN’ LIKE THAT!

Yeah… Dear Hearts and Innocent Bystanders, it’s time to report this episode of the Packing Ballet and possibly Departure Chaos.

For the newbies [The NOWAT list is growing by leaps and bounds… well leaps anyway, there are no boundaries] the Packing Ballet begins when packing for an adventure, SHE starts to take stuff out of the closet, puts it on the bed for sorting, he rolls it tightly, and puts it into the bag, hoping this is the last sort for that item. [HE does all the packing].

SHE then, deciding that it doesn't quite work, takes it out of the bag, puts it back in the closet, its replacement is put on the bed and once again he springs into action.

This continues until she gets frustrated, chases him from the room with orders to,

“GO do Something Else Till I'm finished!”

Well now… this iteration of the ballet was supposed to be simpler due to the previously mentioned workout regimen, subsequent weight loss resulting in pre-sorts, closet cleansing and… mall runs etc.  You would think.

Uhhhh… NO!. 

Miss, “My, this fits nice… IN… This doesn’t go with that… OUT” was on a roll… so this went on and on until the “To Be Packed” pile is much larger than any other trip.

SHE: “Oh But Honey, you know you’ll get it in the usual carryon bag, you always do! J J.”

HE: “@$#^%& - Won’t fit… %^@$#^% - Need a bigger $#%% bag…”

SHE: “What was that Honey?”

HE: “Nothing Dear

But you already know HE got all of HIS to fit, and even his swollen bag… after sitting on it, finally zipped shut.  Hmmm someone is just as guilty of “adding on”.

“Oh Honey… you seem to have forgotten my cute new bathing suits… and this beach wrap, oh and these workout togs… and my walking shoes, Lydia wants to go to the gym.”

“!@!#$%(*$!!!”

“What was that Honey?”

“Nothing Dear, {@$#%@$%} WhereZitAt?”

And with just – one – more – opening and squeezing of the bag shut, the current crisis is averted

Of course you gotta know, until the Uber arrives, there will always be something else that JUST HAS TO GO.

Why HE bothers to shut the bag so soon is anybody’s guess.  Just a glutton for punishment one might suppose.

Uber is scheduled for 10:15 AM, to meet the Tempelshifs at the port to avoid the serious crowds, [this bloody boat has 5,000 passengers] and piggyback their Diamond Plus status to get aboard quickly, get settled and have lunch.  
The Tevini’s may or may not make it in time to take advantage of this perk of traveling with the Tempelshifs since Lydia has a water-aerobics class to teach until 9AM.

Therefore, any of the Usual Departure Chaos may or may not be the subject of the next post, which may or may not come from the high seas, or just compiled and posted with all his mutterings en masse upon their return. He'll just have to see how it goes. 

This is supposed to be a “Stress Release” cruise and she is trying to get him to leave the laptop home. 
But then, how would he be able to take all his adoring [he really is delusional] fans along on the latest adventure? 

 Especially with a few new unsuspecting souls tagging along.

And with that, once Henry got home, dinner was picked up from Capone’s Pizzaria, [Two meatball Parm Panini's, one Chicken Parm Panini and a Cesar Salad].

Soon after followed the regularly scheduled meeting with John Dewar and Sons, prior to an early Nonny Nonny since tomorrow starts early, so without further ado…

Ciao 4 Now

Uncle Chuck & The-Just-One-More-Blouse,  

Dragon Lady