One Month

It's one month away! We'll be leaving San Diego on the August 26th and flying to England to board the ship. So far I have not let the terrorist attacks in England and Russia get to me. But that could change in the coming weeks. Greg assures me everything will be fine. He is ready and willing to take down any terrorists we encounter. Humm.

Okay, anyway, I was reading more reviews today and I don't know if it's me or what, but the people writing these reviews seem to be very high and mighty. They all are disappointed with something....and the things they pick to be disappointed with don't seem like they'd be that big of a deal to me. This is good news because if the only disappointing thing that happens is that there are too many mirrors on the ship (yes, this was something one of them complained about), then I'll be in good shape. This isn't to say I love looking at myself in the mirror, but there could be a lot worse things than having a lot of mirrors around.

One of the reviews had some pictures. They showed the pool and it wasn't the tiny square pool I'd envisioned. It really looks like a resort style pool and has lots of those lounge chairs around with rolled up towels on each of them. I'm not one to go swimming in public places, but I think I will be spending time at the pool if it's warm enough. Laying around daydreaming and drinking a pineapple smoothie sounds pretty nice. I'm going to get one of those spray on tans before we go so I won't have to worry about blinding people with my white skin. And if it's too cold to lay around in a bathing suit, I'll go have some tea in my Oprah sweat suit. I might even take a cat nap....or two.

There was one thing I read that was.....unsettling. For most people this won't be a big deal....most will find it interesting. They have those round port windows in the floor so you can see down to the ocean.

Uhh....no.

I do not want to be out in the middle of the ocean...and I mean middle of the ocean and look down and see a big whale eyeball in a window in the floor. If this were to happen, I'll need some counseling...or at the very least some oxygen. I'm far more concerned about the "windows to the deep" than terrorists at this point. They lady that wrote about these windows said she was eating breakfast and her chair was sitting on one of the windows. She didn't realize what it was when they sat down. She finally took a closer look and....wow, it was a window to the ocean under them! Good Lord.....I'd puke and then pass out.

But back to the pineapple smoothie and daydreaming.....ahhhh.....