She Can Laugh About It Now . . .
Today was a pretty straight forward day at work, with just the same old, same old. But I did leave a couple of hours early.
We did find another replacement front passenger window for my client’s ‘95 Thunderbird on eBay, and I ordered it for him. It should be here next Tuesday, the 26th, and hopefully this one won’t get broken when they remove it from the vehicle like the last one was.
I did go ahead and order our suitcases and walking sticks from Amazon today. We each got a set of these US Traveler Rio models, one orange and one green
I guess we’ll argue about who gets which color later.
These are the walking sticks we got also.
Some people said we really wouldn’t need them, but reviews on our particular cruise said that there are steps everywhere in these old cities, and recommended them.
I realized today that I need to dig out the license tag stickers for our RV before our test drive this weekend. The tags renewed back in November, and I put the new ones on the truck then. But it was raining that day, so I put off doing the rig’s. At least that’s my story and . . . you know how it goes.
She can laugh about it now.
When I got home about 3:30 Monday afternoon all ready for us to head up to Sugarland/Stafford for our dinner/Puddles Pity Party concert, Jan was nowhere to be found. She should have been dressed and ready to walk out the door.
Then I heard a voice from the bathroom, the shower enclosure to be specific. It was Jan telling me that the shower door latch had broken and she couldn’t get out. And had been stuck in there for over an hour.
And she was right. She was stuck good. I had to actually use a large screwdriver to carefully pry apart the door frame and the door jam until it came free. Without breaking the glass, of course.
She was actually a lot less upset than I expected, and we still made it to dinner in plenty of time, so no problem.
And she was really, really clean, too.
Luckily the last time, about 6 years ago, that I replaced the latch, I bought two. So I replaced it after we got home from the concert.
But this afternoon when I called Jan about 1pm, she didn’t answer. Ok, no problem. But she didn’t answer at 1:15, 1:30, and 1:45. So at 1:46 I was on my way home to check on her.
I knew she wouldn’t be quite so forgiving if she got trapped twice in three days. And I doubt the shower would survive, either.
But luckily for me, and the enclosure, it was a false alarm. After she muted her phone yesterday while getting her mammogram, she forgot to turn it back on.
Better safe than sorry.
Tomorrow, starting at 8am for Jan, and 9 for me, we have our yearly physicals. Hopefully they’ll be as good as last year’s.
Whatever the outcome, we promised ourselves big burgers from Stomp’s over in Kemah for lunch, our first ones in about a year.
Thought for the Day:
Wife tells programmer husband “Pick up a loaf of bread on the way home from work and if they have eggs, get a dozen.”
(If you’re a programmer this is hilarious!)
