Hi kids, (and Cardhu)...we’re here. Haven’t slept for two nights and I”m running on empty so I’ll be taking it slow today.
Everything here is ship-shape and boy have the trees and shrubs grown. They are big enough to shape now, and our wonderful fav yard guy, “Tony” has kept it up nicely.
Al got in the spa last night so he’s happy. I stayed out because the heat is not good for swelling...sighhh. My poor “cankles”. ;)
The flight was great, left right on time and arrived before time, but unfortunately we had a long walk to check in etc, because of them changing our AirTran area. I didn’t do too well pulling a heavy suitcase that far, but I survived.
Will check in later..if the Hen stops to...well, you know what I mean.......;)
Ouch!
LISTER: Well, there's nothing here. Let's check 592.
RIMMER: Umm... has anybody seen my legs? They don't appear to be below my waist where I normally keep them.
They are indeed absent without notice. RIMMER is now cut off short at the waist, like a scene from an old Tex Avery cartoon.
LISTER: Holly, what's happened to Rimmer's legs?
CAT: Here they are right here!
He sounds disgusted. The disembodied legs are running around, desperately trying to find RIMMER. They are about to go through a door.
RIMMER: Stop them!
LISTER: C'mon, leggies, this way! Over here.
HOLLY: It must have been 592. That's where the Hologram Simulation Suite is!
RIMMER manages to center his legs under his body, and holds firmly onto his belt to stop them wandering off again.
RIMMER: What does this mean?
HOLLY: It's probably not serious, don't panic.
RIMMER: Well, when it's not serious when your genitals can go wandering off on their own, I wonder what is?
Yuk!