JessaLu Knits (and Spins!)

Reality smacked me on the forehead at about 11:28pm this evening when RR came downstairs to inform me that the TV was not working.  This, coming from the resident A/V geek, was not good.  It meant one of two things:  We need a new bedroom TV or the resident bookkeeper didn’t pay the bills on time because she was on vacation.

Thanks be to the goddess that DirecTV has automation so you can pay your overdue bill at 11:29pm and have your TV working again by 11:31pm.  Mr. CrankyPants has since gone back to bed…happy again (that it wasn’t his fault it broke).  ;o)

I promise a real post tomorrow (I started to write one but apparently I’m just tired enough to make no sense whatsoever…) in the meantime here is a cute doggie picture - guess who was VERY happy to go for a five-day R-I-D-E in the C-A-R:

This was the view over my shoulder whenever we were in the C-A-R - she got lots of minty treats for the doggie breath!  ;o)  Jazz could care - she slept in her crate most of the time…which worked out well for everyone involved since Beanie still growls at her whenever they make eye contact…*sigh*

…despite showing up at the campground at 11pm and almost being turned away, being stuck in a site that was too small for the Taj (as we are calling the camper…a la Taj Mahal) two dogs that barked at just about anything that moved, three small children in the next site who would NOT shut. up. (or leave the dogs alone so THEY would shut up) and a torrential downpour halfway through the trip that wasn’t supposed to happen…we actually managed to have a good time and have pictures to show it.

SO as soon as I’m done picking up the house because we have half the world coming over for dinner tonight (since, in my family if you go to Maine you must bring back lobster to thank those you left behind to watch the teenager, pick your squash and check the mail) I’ll get the pictures up for ya’ll…but first…must clean…then to tackle the 685 unread posts in my Bloglines….

The good news is we picked up the camper, nobody was hurt during the demo (and it didn’t start raining ’til we had it all closed back up again), we lived through dinner at Friendly’s on Central Ave in Albany and I managed to set it up again (with Dobby’s help) in the driveway this morning.

However, it’s huge. Gargantuan. Extremely large doesn’t even touch the description of this thing. When it’s closed down and folded ready for towing it comes up to my nose. I’m 5′7″. I’d like to point out that, while it seemed roomy inside when we looked at it we had no idea that a “12 foot box” (as described by the salesperson) was in actuality a FIFTEEN foot box that completely blocks all vision of the back of the vehicle. Apparently they teach math different at RV Salesperson Skewl.

When we drove into the back lot yesterday we were trying to figure out which camper was ours out of the five or six pop-ups they had sitting there. RR pointed to one and said, “There’s no way that’s ours. I’d love for it to be ours but it’s not. No way. It’s too big.”

Guess which one was ours? That would be the big one.  RR’s dream fulfilled:

 We decided to go with the one that was last years’ model (for the price) and had the slide-out (for our sanity).  This way we have enough $$ to buy a lobster (yes ‘a’ lobster.  We’ll be living on mac & cheese and hot dogs for a while) in Maine next week and enough space so if it rains I won’t kill RR.  Or he won’t kill me.  OR we won’t kill Dobby.  There’s enough room for everyone’s nerves and two dogs - oh, did I mention we’re bringing the dogs?  I may have completely lost my mind.  ;o)