We docked in Juneau and disembarked for our whale watching cruise and Mendenhall Glacier visit. It was an unseasonable warm 70 degrees in Juneau today. Sweaters and layers were virtually unnecessary, especially for my hyperhydrosis inflicted body. Oh how I wish I had a stash of Botox on hand for just such an occasion to self medicated, but those pesky “gotta have a licensed physician involved” laws get in the way. Come on, legislative branch, create a bill School House Rock style to lock up the real criminals…like OJ and Casey Anthony, bless their hearts. That, I was informed by my NC friends, is the Southern way to glaze over an insult – just add a dollop of “bless his/her heart.” Try it. You’ll feel better!
And just take a peek at what was waiting in Suite 414 when we returned. The faux Alaskan god of good luck, the Billiken, must have been involved. Either that or American Airlines got tired of the disparaging comments I’ve been posting on the blog and Facebook. Special thanks to Saskia, Carl, Gary and, as always, Pat Connolly, for working their magic to have my bag finally meet up with me. After Wednesday, I honestly never thought I’d see it again. On a related note, our bagless NC friends also got their bags and a bill from American for $56 for delivery to the boat. As of now, we’ve gotten no such charge and if we do, I may have to invoke my second amendment rights and do some convincing by popping a cap in someone’s arse. And, FBI, if you’re trolling for interwebs chatter, that was not a legitimate threat. Thanks guys.
Off the subject for just a moment… I officially hate our room fairies. They visit to make our bed in the morning, turn down our bed and close the drapes at night and at least one other visit to stock the fridge, etc. during a single revolution of our home planet. They don’t steal anything, for if they did, they’d be fed to fishes, but they do something MUCH more irksome to the OCD person, like me. They move my stuff. I don’t know if they’re doing it to add to the frustration of the luggage saga or if they just want to “f” with me, but OMG, I hate them so much.
I know they think they are cleaning or tidying up the joint, but for the love of Jehovah room fairies, DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF! Thanks to the RF’s, we almost missed our super awesome whale and glacier adventure yesterday. I put the tickets out where I would remember to retrieve them. When I came back for them, they had been moved. And who puts excursion tickets up on a shelf beneath other crap? I’ll tell you…the RF’s! And now I can’t find my pen.
Dear room fairies,
Please stick to making the bed and leaving clean towels and for the love of all that is good in this world, PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH MY SHIT!
Very truly yours,
Dave
Well, as the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words and I’m already eclipsed 600 with this post, so I’ll hush now. I took nearly 1,000 today (no lie) of humpback whales breeching, fluking and bubble eating; harbor seals hanging out in the sun and a bald eagle eyeing us from above. I’ll just let you get to a smattering of them now by clicking HERE.
