Several times in the past Sister Pam, Dad, and I traveled together.It was amazing how we all three operated on the "same page" so to speak. We were neat, trim, and ship shape.
Wherever we "landed" we ran a tight ship. Everything had a place and everything was in its place.
Traveling with Fisherhuby? Ummmmmmm - - - not so much!
He thinks everything's place is right where he happens to drop it.
(Notice how his toes dig into the couch cushions! He thinks the ONLY way to sit on a couch is foot first.)
He is the king of rummaging.
Oh no, I do NOT mean going to yard sales - - -
I mean he is the king of rummaging through things I HAD organized. And he leaves them ransacked.
I keep telling him he needs to learn the rules of life.
He has no interest nor intention of learning them.
One would think that after nearly 37 years I would give up trying to "train" him.
By the way - - - whomever is in the room above us in this hotel is bumping and thumping and making a lot of noise on our ceiling. Fisherhubby says it's the Bears and the Packers having a scrimmage!