I had been spending *48 hour* days in front of the computer and it was time for a break.

We were getting ready for our mini vacation, and I was really looking forward to it. My husband works at Winnebago Industries where they build motor homes, and they drew his name to use a 36' motor home for five days at the Winnebago Itasca Rally.  (It was only 2 miles away -- and many trips, each because I kept remembering things I'd forgotten.)

But the story starts the day before we drove out to the rally to be with approximately 1000 other motor home lovers.

We had made a quick trip to buy a new computer that morning. It was in a big box and I was dragging it at a speedy rate with my head bowed just low enough to run into the very sturdy handlebars of my exercise machine as I tried to get past into my office. Ta-da! Shall we keep track of bruises?  Yes let’s, shall we, just for the heck of it?  (There it was.  Baruuuise number one!)

Sunday as we were packing for this vacation, I fell down the stairs (going up), rammed my big toe into the step, landed on my elbow, and ta-da! hit my head right above -- are you ready? -- Baruuuise number one! (Altogether making baruuuuises two, three, and four. Are you keeping up?)

But did that deter me? Noooooo. I was going on vacation, because I KNEW I was going to have a great time.

Tuesday, upon arriving back to the motor home from a long, warm walk, we discovered we were locked out. Thankfully, the windows weren't locked. So, fortunately -- and we'll snicker about that later -- we got one open. Unfortunately, I'm not a very tall person. My hubby, bless his heart, says "I'll boost you up and in. Piece of cake." I was blessing his little heart for a long time.

So, we tried. And we tried. You see the secret to boosting is when his hands go down, you put your foot in them. Then, when they go up, you fly gracefully through the window. Well, I just couldn't get it right. His hands would go up and I would put all my weight down. I would try and spring up and his hands would go down.

Finally, I decided that wasn't working. (I do get these brilliant insights every once in a while.)  I took matters into my own hands, or feet as it were, and just jumped, leaving him with nothing to do but push.

Youch! There I was, resembling a stick, my feet straight up out the window, and my eyeballs on each side of the chair arm inside the motor home.

It might have been easy to tuck and role as they do in the movies, but I had my precious digital camera in the chair which my right eye was eying reluctantly. On the left, well, my left eye was kind of smished closed.

It didn't matter. I already knew what was there. Over a foot of empty space –which could have made a nice-sized fall to the floor. I'd already been there, done that, I rationalized, so I kept my feet up, and of course all the cellulite in my legs rolled down -- notice I didn't say smoothed out.

I couldn't see outside, which was probably good. I'm sure at least half of the 1000 motor home lovers were watching.

I knew I was on my own now, because hubby couldn't really reach me without a giant leap, and, oooh, I shuddered just thinking about it.

Soooo, I ended up having to let my fingers do the walking and soon I was on the floor. I could have curled up in a ball and stayed there, but I knew I was going to have to open the door sooner or later.

I unlocked it, opened it in one swell swoop, and took my bow. (Only a few clapped, which reinforced the fear that I wasn't as graceful as I'd hoped.)

On to Wednesday, which was another story. Winnebago made the motor home that Wheel of Fortune drives all around while looking for potential contestants, which is what they were doing that day and they had 1000 people from which to pick.

Guess who they picked?  I was the only one in my little group of four, and I was the only one sitting there, just sure as I could be, that my friends would get picked and I would happily applaud.

I really enjoyed it though, and I won a Wheel of Fortune t-shirt and a pen, both items I collect that depict special times in my life.  Like I said, I really enjoyed it, so the fact that I was smack dab in the hot sun for two full hours, and got a sunburn that was red enough to cover the bruises I got the day before, didn't even register.

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