>At the holidays, I won an overnight stay at the Hilton on Pensacola Beach. I decided to give it to my in-laws. I made the reservation on Saturday, with them arriving at our home on Sunday. Sure, it’s only one night, but it’s on the beach, it’ll be nice. I had a different certificate for Sunday and Monday night, and they went along with that one okay. So my husband tells me Tuesday morning, the day they’re supposed to check in to the Hilton, “They don’t want to stay at the hotel.” Great. Our diabetic cat Indy hides every time they walk in the front door. I don’t know how we’re going to give him his insulin while they’re here. Remy needs to take heart medicine first thing in the morning. He’s likely to be under the bed. With Indy.
Here’s another thing. I told them yesterday, “Hey, the Blue Angels practice on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings between 8:30 and 9:30. You can probably see them from the hotel, across the water.”
“Oh [father-in-law] can’t get around well. He probably won’t want to go.”
Okay, it’s his own fault he wouldn’t get his knees replaced years ago, but all I say is, “You don’t have to go anywhere. You can probably watch them across the water.”
So, DH calls at 8:30 this morning. “We’re heading over to the house now.”
By 9:15, they were parked on the living room futon and we hear this wooosh overhead.
“What was that?”
“It’s probably the Blue Angels. You can’t see them from here for the trees and buildings. You could have seen them from the hotel.” Which you didn’t have to check out of until 11am.
It’s not that I dislike them. I don’t have anything in common with them except my husband, but I don’t mind spending time with them. It’s just this whole stubborness of we don’t want to or cannot physically do anything.
So, I called and cancelled the hotel reservation, and since it was the last bloody minute, I had to mail in the certificate or get charged a cancellation fee. I should have gone out there myself, but I figure DH is going to have to shepherd his parents somewhere while I give the cats their medication. I also didn’t want to be rude. I’ll never do that again, though. If I win a night at a local hotel, I’m going out there by myself. DH and I can’t both go, because of the cats needing the medicine. But I could go out there alone and get a good night’s sleep without Wicket (the needy cat) waking me up at 4am.
Okay, no more ranting. I’m really angry at losing the hotel stay, but there’ s no point in dwelling on it. Live and learn.
Technology That Rolls
If you read this blog regularly, you know we have more cats than Indy, Remy, and Wicket. There’s Trickster, Misha, Presto, and Jynx, too. Dyson has a new vacuum cleaner that sounds heaven-sent for a household like ours. Lots of hair and dander, and both DH and Trickster have allergies (not to each other). You can read more about it at An Ordinary Life. Sounds awesome, doesn’t it? I would totally love to have this instead of the old hand-me-down vac we have now. It’d be more useful than a night at a hotel, too. (I just can’t give it up, can I?) Anyway, you can even win one, by visiting the An Ordinary Life website. Can’t beat that!