Next, I accompanied Larry to Dallas for FFDO training and managed to drop a bottle of single malt scotch on the marble floor in the front of the reception desk at the Hyatt Regency.
So as we contemplated our first real move as full-timers, I decided it was time to get serious and avoid the curse of the third broken bottle. What did I do? What every daughter/wife of an airline pilot would do: I created a checklist.
My checklist includes the big things (like bring in the slides), which you are not likely to forget, and the little things (like secure the red wine), which obviously get overlooked by novice RVers.
I had 33 things on my checklist. My daughter, Shelby, made the snarky comment, "Did you yell 'clear prop' before driving out?"
Make all the jokes you want, little sister, but we arrived at Camp Pendleton, about 50 miles north of our Chula Vista home, with everything intact...and enough wine to toast our new environs.
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