Thursday, 1 September 2011

Fancy Returns!



Fancy is back! Oh that was a lovely holiday. I missed those Minis. Yes I did. So much I was forced to drown my sorrows in mojito after mojito, sitting by the pool, reading actual books (as opposed to Where’s Elmo’s Blanket?). It was hard but somehow I did it. And my return, the squeals of happiness, the little arms wrapped about my neck, the children shoving aside my offerings of new toys in favour of the box of chocolate in my luggage, well that was also awesome.

But I know you are all dying to hear how this round of air travel went. Relax, there was no Cheap Ass Air involved. Nope.  Never, I say never again. However, it wasn’t all champagne wishes and caviar dreams. I had some work to do.

Fancy PA packed for you, all we need is your shaving stuff and cologne and toothbrush. Unpack your work overnight bag and give it to her,” I commanded, pulling on my resort wear and grabbing my sun hat.

“Well, okay, but I’m pretty nervous about having my things already packed. Are you sure you have everything? And make sure she puts my liquids somewhere easy to reach when we get to security,” H grumbled.

“Ha ha!,” I cried. “Your bag is getting checked, babe! You can’t carry that on. One carry on, my friend. One.” I cackled, my anticipation of what was to come growing by the second.

“Wait! What airline are we flying?” H cried, looking up at me in alarm.

“Discount Doofus! They had the best times and fare. Don’t worry, you get up to 20kg of checked luggage. You aren’t even 2/3 of the way there!” I exclaimed, silently howling at the look on his face.

“What? Why would you do that to me? Why?” he whinged.

“Because, my darling, sometimes it is good for you. You need to remember that not everyone gets driven to the plane in a limo. You need a refresher on how the other half lives. Like me. When I’m flying with two toddlers and you stick me in cattle call on some dipshit airline. So chop chop. We’re late. Need to get to the airport 3 hours before our flight. No first class check in you know,” I cackled, whistling my way to the door.

It had to be done, no? In the end he was a pretty good sport about it. Even if he did have a moment of shock and disappointment when he realized his tiny little seat didn’t recline. In fact, he was such a brave boy that I bought him a bottle of water.

I’m nice like that. What? Oh, yes. Me, I had some champagne. He made me carry his wallet you see.

18 comments:

  1. Ha ha, good to have you back FF! x

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  2. I love you. You're an inspiration to husband rearing.

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  3. That is an awesome compliment, coming from my inspiration toward parenting!!!

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  4. Fancy, can you do a special post about husband training please for us less fortunate.

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  5. hahahaha.. Brilliant, hope he learned his lesson...

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  6. well I'm still learning myself but I'll try to come up with something...

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  7. Silly goose. He'll never fully learn. It's just a refresher course every 6-9 months...

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  8. Gosh that was brave of you - you could have ended up on the plane on your own you know? Or perhaps that was Plan B?

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  9. Ha Ha, fantastic! Did you upgrade yourself?? :-)

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  10. Because I love your blog, I've chosen you to receive the Versitile Blogger Award.

    See my post: http://peopledonteatenoughfudge.blogspot.com/2011/09/versitile-blogger.html x

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  11. Actual books, mojitos and champagne? Heaven.

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  12. Glad you had a little break from all the ruckus of kiddos.

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  13. Books and champers. Maybe I could just hole up in my room and pretend..

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  14. Hi Ho Fancy

    Now that you are home refreshed..... it's made me realise how crap I feel .

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  15. alas, no upgrades on Doofus Air! But I made the best of it. speedy boarding and all!

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