Rain, rain go away!!  Jeeze…it rained for 5 solid days, which left us with NO other option than to hang at the Atlantis in Nassau. That’s not a complaint b/c the Atlantis is fabulous, but girls – you can feel me, rain all day at 400% humidity – my hair was a total ball of frizz and it curled up like frayed, rusted sofa cushion springs. My bangs were rocking a Woody Woodpecker curl that appeared so short, it was as if I’d let my little nieces (Chloe and Camilla) cut them with their arts and craft scissors.  Really? Putting the hair ugly stick beating aside, the casino crushed us for two days, and then I recalled a prior trip we had to Vegas where I kept shoving Greg’s chips in my bra when he wasn’t looking – and we won!  So, with my prior Vegas success in mind, we left the casino with my bra size appearing to be double what it was when we had arrived.  Needless to say, two nights later we won all our money back and some.  So, the additional 5 days we spent at the Atlantis (8 in total) were well worth it.

Now, let’s talk about boat living.  This is the first time we’ve entered the ocean and left the US on our boat.  Wahoo!  Also, the first time we’ve spent more than two nights on the boat, and the first time we’ve had Taz and Wiley with us overnight on this boat.  So far, Noah’s Art and all, we are adjusting well.

We’ve turned the second bedroom in to what I fondly refer to as: the office, Taz’s room, storage, the pantry, and the laundry room. Not bad for one little room to handle all those jobs.  Having the animals on the boat has been a fun adjustment.  I must admit that it never gets old each day when I see Greg walking around with a blob of cat hair hanging from his 5 o’clock shadow.  However, the biggest adjustment has been the bed. We’ve ben accustomed to a fabulous, plush, fat daddy KING.  Our boat bed is supposedly a queen, but I call utter bologna on that.  It’s a bizarre shape, so it tapers at the end, leaving an already short bed a bit shorter.  Of course, normally I’d say, “no problem, Greg and I will just cuddle a bit more” but that’s a pipe dream with Wiley snorting between us and Tazzy curdled up somewhere on, between or behind my legs preventing me from moving. We’ve tried locking Wiley in the second bedroom a while ago, and he preceded to scratch the crap out of the wall and carpet.  We’ve also tried putting Wiley in a crate but he went totally bat crazy and tried to dig his way out of the metal crate during the majority of the night until we finally gave in. We also have to turn the air conditioning down to some subzero, Arctic temperature at nighttime or Wiley overheats and loudly pants in between his snoring.  Lucky for him that he so damn cute or I might have sold him off to some pirates by now!   So we all know where all of this leaves this happy floating family…with Greg and Wiley comfortably spooning, Taz purring while curled behind my legs and me being totally squished while hiding under several blankets so I don’t catch pneumonia.  Oh well, I’ll just have a little extra wine before heading to bed.