My Wild Weekend

So Mike and I went away to the Annapolis Valley for my birthday weekend.  The idea was to stay in a lovely bed & breakfast, check out the local farmers markets, head to this awesome bakery in Berwick, and have lots of fun.  You know, "fun."  *Wink wink*  Unfortunately it didn't quite go as planned.  The getaway itself was great.  However, everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

1.  Three days before our trip, we learned our car wasn't safe for highway driving until we bought new rims.  The rims are on order and of course did not arrive in time for our trip ... so we borrowed the in-laws' car.  They have a good car.  Too bad it's so full of dog hair, strange junk (tweezers?  Axe?) and crumbs.  Mike cleaned the car as best he could and then threw some old sheets over the seats. Oh yeah, and the car seat for their grandson came with us as we weren't messing with it.

2.  Our niece's graduation ceremony was the night before the getaway.  You know, when I was supposed to be packing.  We were invited sometime during the week.  So I had to lay out my clothes for the weekend on Wednesday as we were leaving right after my work on Friday.

3.  Thursday afternoon, before the grad and while I was at work, Tubbs scratched a hole in the back of her neck.  :-(  I knew she was itchy, but no sign of fleas.  Still, she had a hairless red spot.  The vet squeezed us in and gave us ("gave," that's funny!) a cream to put on it.  So home, spend a few minutes with the kitties, and off to the grad.

4.  The B&B, The Grand Street Inn, was the only place we could find a room; everyone else was booked solid.  Here is what our room was supposed to look like:

Grand Street Inn

The queen size bed is not queen size.  It's maybe a double.  It's very dim, old and worn.  The comforter looks like it's been used every day since 1970.  The air conditioner barely functions.  And you have to climb 100 rickety wooden steps to get to this room.  I could have swung this, though, but for the ants.  Yes, they had a bit of an ant infestation.  Once we realized we would be killing the damn things all night, we left.  The owner acted surprised.  Uh-huh.

So we get a room at the Slumber Inn.  It's clean and they've been spraying for ants twice a week it's that bad, but no ants here. So the weekend was saved, yay!

5.  The bakery in Berwick makes their own ice cream.  I'm lactose intolerant, but I can take Lactaid tablets before eating dairy and *usually* I'm fine.  I had to try a grapenut cone.  It was soooo gooood, and way too big.  Needless to say, despite the pills, I suffered the consequences.  I was up half the night with cramps.  Kind of put a damper on the "fun" that night, *wink wink*. 

6.  The rest of the getaway was great.  It was when we arrived at the Cat's Inn to pick up Buddy that our bad luck continued.  Mike had taken Buddy there Friday and we picked him up on Sunday.  Somehow both Mike and the innkeeper had failed to notice the cat vomit on the towel in Buddy's carrier.  He had thrown up during the half-hour drive to the kennel.  Halfway home he throws up again.  We stop, clean up him and the carrier, and we're almost home when he soils himself.  And it wasn't pee.  We had to wash him down as well as the carrier when we got him upstairs. 

All in all, it was a LOT of work for us to take two stinkin' days to ourselves.  I never want to travel again ... and that was only an hour away.  Fortunately Buddy is not traumatized by his experience.  He was very happy to be home and on  our his own bed. 

Recuperating