FINAL PRE-CHECK, I THINK

A little whining, a little pout, Sad Puppy Eyes and Chucky is putty in her hands.  Well almost.  

He does have his limits and so does the LUGage.

   “Uh, Honey, this blouse goes too.”

   “Puleeezz, yer killin’ me here!”

   “Oh and these slacks gotta go.”

   “Gawd give me strength!!!”

   “What was that?

   “Nothing Dear.”

Yeah… the ballet is almost over, with a little dis & dat “gotta go here”, and some “Oh and this too” there… little by little she is stretching the capacity of her “carry-on” but ya know what… He’s making it fit, new packing cubes and all.

That was until Dinner Wear magically appeared!  Ok… OK, he had snuck a peak and had already accounted for its special space and HUZZAH {Really… still with the Huzzah?} He’s done and the LUGage can still close.

Of course some extra stuffing in the outer pockets may need re-shuffling at the TSA PreCheck line to fit in the “carry on measuring thingy”, but for now… DONE.

Oh… and the still Sick and Contagious grandsons had to be dropped off while Mommy had to handle a patient issue soooo… let’s just forget about that hugging sick children warnings… and guess who has a bad case of the sniffles and sinus headache.  Yup, HER.

HE on the other hand just has his usual sinus drip, ear ache and nagging… Nevverr Miiiind.

So, as she sniffled along trying to hide her oncoming discomfort from HIM, HE makes another trip to Walgreens for more cold supplies, in addition to the packets of EmergenC and Tylenol Sinus that Nurse Cristina dropped off when she came to pick up the boys, who just had to have Abuela’s special pasta and whatevah before they left.

All the while Tio Henry is in the Refuge trying to concentrate on his WarCraft Video game with Jonathan jabbering in the background causing him to lose half the battle.   David on the other hand is wrapped in blankets, shivering in front of a blaring kids show on TV.

When they finally leave he proceeds to spray the whole house with Lysol, guzzling another round of EmergenC, gargling with Peroxide and Salt water and swearing that he WILL NOT GET SICK before his vacation starts as well.

Yeah… this will be another one for the records, hopefully she can ward off most of this by morning but HE doesn’t think so.  It’s gonna be a loooonnnnggg, sniffely flight.

As HE guzzles an EmergenC himself in lieu of the purported healing properties of Dewars.

Pray for NO Departure CHAOS, and the next note coming from A’dam.  Then again, Ya Never Know…

Ciao 4 Now

Uncle Chuck & The Watery Eyed, Sniffling,

Dragon Lady