We are busy getting all of our ducks in a row for the giant Disney trip. The trip that will challenge us and push our boundaries. The trip that will separate the boys from the girls.
All of our medical appointments are coming to an end. We are happy to say that Lisa is in good health. Me on the other hand. Well that is another story for another time. The cats have had their appointments and they have their paperwork for the great journey that lies ahead.
Gandalf has been busy getting ready also. Oil change and a recall finished. Camper tie downs.
|I look like Mini Me in this picture.|
Wiring harness installed. Lance campers have a special plug that is unique to them.
Paint chips fixed. It looks brand new again.
We also got the last coat of wax on the fifthwheel so that will be ready to put into storage next week. We will get our pickup camper out of storage one day and then take a couple of days to swap them out and then we will be ready to go.
I needed a couple extra pair of jeans for the trip. Who knows what the weather will be like on the way to Disney. So we headed to the big city of Fargo to go to Old Navy. I grab a couple of pairs of jeans and head to the dressing rooms. I don't know if this has happened to other people but it happened to me. I take my pants off and start to try on the new ones. One leg goes in fine. No problem there. I stand on one leg and start to put the other leg into the other leg hole and my foot gets stuck on something. It won't go in and it won't come out. I start to panic. I start to hop around to maintain my balance.
I'm thinking to myself, "What the H*ll?" Thoughts are going through my mind. Thoughts like this. What if I fall on the concrete floor and break a hip? I am not signed up with Life Alert yet. "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!" Worse yet, what if I fall against the door and it opens and then I hit the concrete floor in front of a bunch of women in my underpants? Crisis averted, my brain finally tells my hand to let go of the pants, so I did.
Lesson learned. I now sit down on the bench to put my pants on.
Is that what they call growing old with dignity? Anyways, I got 2 new pair of jeans and walked out of there with my head held high because no one knows about "The Incident" until now. I only share it with you as a learning experience to others that are balanced challenged.
"Gladys! Are you ready for the Disney trip? There's only 2 weeks left till we leave."