Well, howdy there peeps and those wondering when Troy will get clean undies.
It's Troy again
And in clean undies.
The stock of cleans, nicely folded were in our cabin last evening after the dinner and show.
but I was worried.
Seems the wife was back in the cabin early afternoon. Too much doing nothing was taxing her, so she needed a good lie-down. So she smeared the collagen goop on her face, you know for DIY spa treatment, killed the lights and was crawling into bed,
tap tap tap real quiet on the door.
Grrrrrr....
She rises and cracks the door after seeing a housekeeping person through the peephole.
Very broken English in the normal sing-song vibe of a Filipino. "
You turn in laundry. Tag says four sacks... there are only three..."
No, wife says.
We only sent in one sack.
He uses his wireless phone to check.
"No, there are three. The slip says four sacks"
"No. I put it on the bed," wife says. "Only one sack."
He uses his phone again.
"We only have three socks. Not four."

OHHHHHHH! Socks?
"Yes, Sacks. That is what I said."
Go ahead and do it. My husband is a dumbass and miscounted.... If she didn't say it, she at least thought it.
So the great undies saga has come to an end.
We're in Puerto Rico today. San Juan. Our plan is to get off an walk to
Castillo San Felipe del Morro, the fort on the coast. Been here twice before and never got to go see it. (Long story, I've told it before). I've been trying to get a cruise back to this port with enough time for a visit.
Might even get a few photos of some kitty cats. The ferals are all over, and very tolerant of humans.
I'll post more later. Tomorrow is a sea day.