- I am not allowing Gary's back to stunt my plans. We are still going on vacation. It was down to Hawaii vs Vancouver Island, and Canada was winning (more animals). Then, this weekend, Gary said, "Did you hear about the riots in Canada?" According to him, there is rioting in Quebec, both clothed rioting and naked rioting. I asked if Quebec wanted independence again and that's why they were rioting. He didn't know. So, if the rioting spreads to the Wickanninish Inn then we may have to bail on Canada. Damn Civil Unrest.
I might ask him to pay the difference between a non-refundable ticket and a refundable ticket.
- He now insists that wherever we vacation, there should be a spa that might help him if his back goes out. (What might help him is if he'd take the muscle relaxants as needed.) I don't know if a hot stone or cupping therapy would be as good as a chiropractor. And I don't even know if chiropractors are any good. We never touched them in my family. Or rather, we never let them touch us. Do they actually work?
- The life span of a Scooba in my house appears to be ... well .. always less than the warranty. The Christmas Scooba went into eternal diagnostic mode (all the lights flash, even the Service light you never knew you had, and then five tones ascend and then descend). They're still sending me a new one.