PANIC LEVELS...

To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo

We'll get there fast
And then we'll take it slow
That's where we wanna go
Way down to Kokomo
Port-au-Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse

So maybe I spoke too soon in the last note.

While sitting around Monday Afternoon reading the paper and enjoying the lovely brunch Chucky prepared, she looks up, shudders and…

     “Uh Oh… I know that Look”, he gulps.

Pre-Trip PANIC MODE!

And not just any Mode dear hearts and innocent bystanders – NO… this one was a full Fledged

LEVEL 8 

as she dashes off to frantically empty the closet on the bed to see what still fits, what doesn't and mentally start planning mall strategy. 

He is convinced he has lost her for the rest of the day.

Mid-way through cleaning up brunch in the kitchen, Chucky is interrupted by a calmer than expected Dragon Chic with a quizzical look:

     “D'Ya think this top will work for one of  the Snorkel days?” 

while modeling a pull over from her latest foray.

     “If So… I’m done.  All I need is a couple Sports Bra’s and maybe Formal Shoes!”

     “Now… have you finished your packing sort yet?

DONE?!?! That Quickly?!?  Call the Newspapers, Alert Channel 10, we have Breaking NEWS!!!!!

I can see the headlines now:

Dragon Lady Beats Own 

Pre-Trip Sorting Record!

OK… I'm getting that sour

“you're gonna pay for your sarcasm” 

look so on with the report.

Yeah, she set a record and as I looked at the bed, I was relieved that she hasn’t gone overboard {not Literally} as she remarked:

    “Like you say… it’s a cruise, how may bathing suits and flip flops do I need”

Sooooo, Chucky sets out to sort his own bed covering closet foray and it doesn’t take long – 

Shorts               Check

Swim Trunks       Check

Assorted Tee’s    Check

Sandals             Check

Dress Slacks       Check

Formal Jacket     Check

He’s DONE!

Ok…ok… there was a bit more trying on and “Sucking It In” than he expected but for the most part his stuff is laid out in no time
- Hey- It’s a Cruise – He’s a Guy – Nuff Sed!

OH… and funny thing happened on the way to the Good Will Bag – Yeah... it's his turn to start filling it up… he’s put a few waistline inches back on since Cancer Treatment weight loss awhile back and swears its time to get back to the Gym.

“Yeah… like that’s gonna happen anytime soon!" She smirks.

“No seriously!” He snaps… “Middle Age Spread is gotten outta hand & I'm way past Middle Age!”

Next Stop, Target to return some stuff too small for the Grandsons and a search for Sports Bras to wear with those sexy Tee’s she got for wandering around the Lido Bar.   And Bingo… that didn’t take long.  He even scored a new casual belt.

Tomorrow is slated for a FORMAL SHOE safari to DSW and probably the Mall after GKid’s swim lessons, or Whatever.

Ironically, Chucky is starting to slide into ToDo List Panic Mode Level 3 - {that means he misplaced the last 2 lists and is starting another}

Oh Wellll…. 5 days and counting...

Hey - isn't it 5 O’Clock somewhere… {hummmmmm}

Ooh I wanna take you down to…

Ciao 4 Now,

Uncle Chuck & The so Happy it all still fits…

Dragon Lady