Pics here of the last few pics. You can tell I was giving up trying to keep up with Rod and Bill…

We spent the last day of the cruise at sea, in some pretty heavy chop. We didn’t do very much except crawl around the ship for things to do, including waiting in line for lunch at Johnny Rockets and using up all our coupons for extra slot machine quarters, buying “professional” pics of us in suits or 2 for 1 bar drinks before dinner. Basically we goofed around on deck in the high winds. It wasn’t all that much a “suntanny” kind of day. That night we ate like kings for the last time and saw a show based on Paula Abdul’s song Vibeology. Fun, schmarmy and engaging.

The next day all I can recall is getting up, eating breakfast, getting off the ship, going to the airport, watching the busdriver nearly get left behind due to misplacing his boarding pass and then getting home to Toronto and collapsing in bed.

I do remember one thing though.

Sharkboy and I are waiting for the Busdriver to come back from lost luggage (still checking on his lost camera) and the Postman was in the loo. We’re tired and we have about 3 hours before our flight home. I’m picking my ear and yank out a hair about a half inch long.

“Goodness,” I say. I hold the hair up to Sharkboy who lazily looks at it with polite interest.

“Huh,” he says.

“Wow,” I offer.

We look at each other and in an instant, we start to laugh.

“This is the rest of our lives together, isn’t it?” I ask through the tears. We laugh harder.