We awoke the next morning to find ourselves back in Fort Lauderdale. The Lodge Ladies Cruise was OVER - WAAAH! We still had to clear customs and retrieve our luggage before setting out in the car on the long journey back to the Gulf coast of southwest Florida.
Well, he's a bit perkier now! I didn't want to leave him feeling so sad, so I gave him the remote and made him promise that he could watch TV as long as he STAYED IN BED. He was true to his word; when I returned that night, he was right there where I'd put him.
He doesn't look too happy, does he? I tucked him into bed with his goodnight chocolate, but he just kept looking at me with those sad eyes... what shall I do? He had a very big day combined with too much "indulgence", and he needs his rest!
Well, the wine has had its way with our little friend. Fortunately, Tink *~*~* suspected that he was about to pass out, and discretely moved him to a chair out on Cathy & Michelle's balcony, where it could be pretended that he was merely napping. Another narrow escape for Mister Moose!
That Linda, she's a really BAD influence on Mister Moose. First, she buys Mister Moose a blue drink, now she's giving him wine. Tsk, tsk, Linda! Where will it end? Please notice Tricia in the background, pretending that she is reading and doesn't notice what's going on. You're not fooling us, Tricia. We know you have a weak spot for Mister Moose (as do virtually ALL the Ladies), and you're just trying to avoid ratting him out! ;)
That afternoon, Cathy and Michelle threw a little cocktail party for the Lodge Ladies in their suite. Mister Moose escorted Tink *~*~* to the party, and decided to spend a little time with the towel animals. I am sure they were scintillating conversationalists. Pay no attention to Mister Moose's listing off to the right; I'm sure he's not REALLY asleep!
After the massage, Tink *~*~* and Mr Moose went to take a shower and have a little lunch. They later met up with Ellen and Dee on the pool deck for a nice chat. Then, Mister Moose decided he wanted to surf the net a bit, maybe stop in at the Lodge and check up on all his legion of fans who frequent that good establishment. Alas, bandwidth was not to be had, and we could not get ourselves off the home page, which isn't even Google. I mean, really!
Mister Moose really, REALLY enjoyed his massage! Owing to the fact that he's got fur, he didn't get the seaweed wrap like Tink *~*~* did, but he nevertheless had a very relaxing time of it.
There was still a little time before the spa appointment, so Tink *~*~* and Mister Moose found themselves a quiet corner to just sit and dig the sunshine and ocean breezes. High time Mister Moose ditched the Mickey Mouse shirt and Halloween socks, dontcha think? This is the tropics - he must have been awfully warm in all those clothes!
Tink *~*~* was passing by the dive shop and saw dive boots on sale for really cheap! So she bought a pair. No, she does not dive. She shells. In the winter time when the Gulf of Mexico is a bit on the nippy side, these dive boots will help to keep her feet warm while she's out there looking for treasures. Mister Moose decided to model the boots for Carol and Kelly. OK, he only modeled one boot. But doesn't he look terrific?
Although Mister Moose had a busy itinerary this day, he is never too busy to set a spell and visit with his devotees. So when Tink *~*~* was passing by on her way to the spa for their massage appointment, Mister Moose commanded that she slow down so he could take the waters with Carol and Kelly. They seemed very happy that he stopped by. And look at that woman in the background, grinning from ear to ear. I think Mister Moose has gained yet another female admirer. Well, who can blame them? He's Mister Moose - a chick magnet, I'm tellin' ya!
The ladies find Mister Moose just irresistable. Kimball and Carol have been temporarily distracted from their breakfasts, and instead begin to eye Mister Moose covetously. *sigh* Such are the trials of a superstar!
It's Friday, a day at sea, and destined to be quite the busy day for Mister Moose. He starts his day with a hearty cup of coffee. OK, it's not his, it's Tink's *~*~*, but I'm quite sure that he snuck a few slurps while she wasn't looking. Nothing like moose spit in your coffee... eeewwww!
Mister Moose does not look happy about it, but it's really for his own good. Tink *~*~* has put him into her beach bag for the tender trip back to the ship. This way, he will feel safe and not so very sick. Notice, Tink *~*~* has covered him with a plastic bag, in case he has an accident in there, and she admonishes him to "stay put!".
