The next morning I woke up to Commando Nikki standing over me with a cup of coffee in her hand, grinning ear-to-ear. "Thought this would be a time saver." She pushes the cup in my hand and runs off to the shower. Love ya, mean it.
I went outside our rooms to have a cigarette, because I don't smoke in tiny rooms with kids. Brother & DH come out and join me. Brother is sitting on the edge of the stoop, where there is no railing. Just a 2 foot drop to the ground. There are some very lovely bushes right around that area, like I said, POR is very nice. We are chatting, and I am thinking, "Wow, this is so great" just as the sprinkler turns on.
Nope, nobody got wet. But I think Brother peed a little.
Did you ever notice that when the sprinkler turns on, it sounds a lot like a rattlesnake? Brother did.
His arm jumped and rolled the rest of his body across the stoop, almost into DH's lap. At the same time, I jump up, in a high-pitched scream, "Grasshopper?"
This ladies and gentlemen was the start of another very long day.
There were alot of things to do today. Including Brother & SIL's re-hitching ceremony at the
Garden Grill.Who are we kidding here? They haven't gotten along for a minute so far and we are 4 days into this vacation. I mention it to Brother, and the look on his face scared me just a little bit.
There was no way he was going to do it. Nope, not going to happen.
I took him into our room and showed him the mickey and minnie bride/groom ears I bought them. He wasn't interested.
I told him they were holding my credit card for this. He would pay me back.
I told him DH & I got married here, and look at us. That made him smirk.
I told him Chuck & Dave would be there. That sold him.
I gave him the mouse bride/groom ears to take over and surprise SIL.
I had the warm fuzzies thinking about how I would feel if DH did that.
I wish three things, the first that he hadn't gone through the door connecting our rooms, the second that he had closed the door and the third that I could have gotten out of my room faster.
It was awful. Poor Brother.
I did manage to get out to DH. I don't think he had heard any of it and I was real uncomfortable. There were to many "crew" members around to tell him what happened. I was mad that she just treated Brother like that. She screamed at him, because she didn't want the mouse ears to mess up her hair. There was name calling, Brother didn't deserve any of that.
Between crew members, I am trying to tell DH the story, Brother comes out of his room. On top of his head are the Mickey groom ears. He is obviously not happy.
Oh, thars' gonna be some trouble!
He leans over and growls in my ear, "I don't care what you have to do, set fire to yourself if you have to, but get me out of this."
You bet.
Got a lighter right here.
Scruffy emerges from Brother's room. That’s where you've been??
DH elbow's me, he thinks he’s found scruffy.
Now, I've never been clear on how we all live in the same country, and have such different accents. Brother, on occasion, has had to translate some things SIL or Waldo have said. Brother had to translate EVERYTHING scruffy said.
Scruffy began talking to DH & myself. It sounded like this:
"dang-durng, tharsa bout ta be some strassin upin har. Looken lika sandy coud putta fixen on it, whadda ya do?"
DH & I are both making this strange squinty-eyed, mouth kinda hanging open look. You know where you tip your head sideways without moving your eyes because the angle helps in the translation.
Dh's smiles and says "Ah, yeah."
"Swat! Haren have addit." Scruffy says.
Dh's smiles and says "Ah, yep."
Later, I asked DH why he just didn't say he didn't understand him. He felt he had gotten to far into the conversation and couldn't back out.
Scruffy, who is grining, reaches into his pocket, opens a little box and presents DH with a little pill.
Dh looks at Brother, who can't help laughing because he knows DH didn't understand any of thier little conversation, and asks him, "What’s that?"
Brother says "Xanax." laughing.
Dh says "I don't want that. What do I do?" Oh has scruffy gone deaf, honey?
Brother says, "Just say no, man."
Dh looks at me and says, "Did I just commit a crime?" No, honey, not yet.
DH looks back at scruffy and firmly says "No thank you."
Scruffy replies "hen yen thars no trable min."
Dh jumps back and says "I don't know what you just said but I've got to go." and that was the last I saw of him until breakfast.
Apparently scruffy was under the impression that the Xanax in our room was for DH and he couldn't go back into our room to get it because of the crazy lady in their room and the doors were still open between them. I guess to scruffy, Dh looked liked he needed them. That was scruffy's side of the conversation.
Gee, take one little Xanax at the airport, and it will haunt you forever. Who are these people Brother?