Patience little MouseBuzzers:laugh:
While I am resizing my photos, I will give you a prelude to the trip…
We left on Thursday morning, the week before last. So on Sunday, DH brings up all the suitcases to get ready to be filled. He brings the largest up to our room which he throws at the top of the steps. I asked him to move it out of the way because we have to bring laundry up and I know I’ll forget its there and trip on it.
Anyone ever catch the episode of “Everyone Loves Raymond” about the suitcases at the bottom of their steps? Well…this is that, but at the top of the steps!:glare:
(I know I could have moved it…but well you know):rolleyes: :laugh:
Anyway, sure enough, I stubbed my toe and tripped over the suitcase coming out of the bathroom that night!:eek: Ouch!
DH laughed and I refused to move it as I hobbled to bed.
As the great storyteller Paul Harvey use to say, “Now, for the rest of the story…”
The night before we leave, I am upstairs piling my clothes on the bed to be packed in the suitcase “still” at the top of the stairway and DH comes out of the bathroom grinning with his toothbrush to be packed and…
As the Karma Gods would have it, he clips the corner of the suitcase with his pinky toe and it was all over! Some very unDisney like language was muttered and I compassionately laughed:angel:
…until it started to turn blue and purple and swell up like a balloon!:eek: :noo:
Yes…he broke his pinky toe!:pinch:
And we are off to a great start!