Trying to leave..

We are up, we are packed, I'm ready to leave. The husband has had his coffee and newspaper, still waiting on the other. Therefore we wait! I suggest he walk around a little. How about some deep knee bends? Want a glass of juice? For gods sake come on! I'm ready to go! Legs are shaved all smooth, fishing poles are screaming for bait and some salt air. Come on!! Uh oh he's headed down the hall is it time? Jeez honey, don't shave you're on vacation! Hurry up lets gooooo. I'm told I can't "rush" these things, just give him a minute. I could get the soldiers out of Iraq faster than he can take his constitutional. He has promised a leave time of 930a at the latest...please pray for me. Dammit I'm on vacation! Let's GO!!!