We flew back from Faerie last evening, a wholly uneventful jaunt save for the irony of my pointing out the signs saying that only full-size console games or full-size DVD players needed to be pulled from luggage … at which point, the X-ray guy demanded we pull the portable GameBoy and portable DVD player from Katherine’s carry-on (they overlapped in the X-ray, you see, so he couldn’t tell what they were). Oh, and the gal who had to riffle through one of our bags to determine that the light fixtures we’d bought from Ikea weren’t bombs. Oh, and the guy who sent our 30 lb. piece of check-in down the conveyor belt first so that when he measured the two at 52 lbs. we had to shuffle the extra stuff into our already-full carry-ons. But aside from all that, the flight was fine.
The house was, for the most part, intact. I do think we had a raccoon wander through — the gingerbread house on the dining room table was partially demolished, and skittles scattered here and there. The cat food downstairs was untouched, but that upstairs was sprinkled around a bit. Most important, some of the bathrooms showed raccoon dirty raccoon prints around the toilet seats, though not much food-washing debris within.
That was it, though (helped by our latching the pantry, perhaps), so no worries there.
Oh, and then there was the cable bill. We pay our cable bill automagically via credit card each month, tickety-boo, and I’m usually pretty lax at examining the cable bill. Well, back in October, the credit card was expiring, so they sent us a letter to let us know. I called and cleared it up on 23 October (per notation on the letter). Except, apparently, the card was declined (or miskeyed, or whatever). Did Comcast send us another letter? Nope. Any phone calls? Nada. E-mails? Zilch. Did the bills get put in envelopes that looked any different from the “Everything’s okay, thanks for paying by credit card” envelopes? Nuh-uh.
So we got back home to no cable TV (and no DVR) and no Internet. And an excellent reason not to take Comcast up on those offers to take over our phone service, too, since of course we had to call them to find out had happened.
Harrumph.
Well, got that all cleared up, but in the meantime, we opened the gifts around the tree (more goodies! yay!), then, with Katherine a-bed, Margie and I watched the whole Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog DVD (I mean, the whole DVD, bonus features and all), stayed up way too late, but got to sleep in our own beds, which was quite nice.
Nice vacation, great to see the family and friends, but it’s great to be home.
Welcome back! And this seems like a much shorter trip for you all then in the past. 🙁
Not really — pretty much two weeks worth. And I worked less than usual, which was nice.
Oh, and Margie noted an addendum to the above.
… and then was unable to get the suitcase back shut and required Margie’s assistance to do so.
Oh, and not only does SNA have checkpoint bins with adverts pasted on the bottom, but then have to add to the visual clutter more by putting up signs noting that the TSA does not endorse or sponsor any of the firms with the adverts. Yeesh.
~laughs~
Well of course the TSA person couldn’t figure out how to get the suitcase closed again; it was simply because she didn’t have access to Klee-DIS technology and simply couldn’t understand that when closed the suitcase is bigger on the inside than on the outside, and that by opening it, she completely disrupted the Kleer-DIS field that should not have been disrupted until you all were safely home. 🙂
Also, this morning I remembered why in the past your trips always seemed longer….it was because MK had the Disney World Boondoggles that added an extra week to the trip.
Heh.
Actually, it’s been a couple of years since we did the WDW thing. Though I get to go on an Oracle Boondoggle in January.