*sigh*
Note to self (and others who may try the RV lifestyle): Carefully and slowly open each cupboard, drawer and cabinet after a strenuous day of bouncing down the road. (Freezer included–being crowed with ice cubes sounds more fun than it actually is).
Watch out for attacking mops as they leap out of pantries.
Stand back when turning off your burners. You never know when your propane stove is going to bark at you.
Make sure you have a final, daily destination in mind when embarking on a road trip. Otherwise you will spend countless hours getting lost, and turning around, and missing exits and turning around, and hitting curbs and bottoming out on turning around ramp thingys, and buggering up your retractable step so that it doesn’t retract anymore, nor will it hold your weight, and have leaky substances oozing from the frontal area of your vehicle…all in a days work, i’d say.
A note to men–make sure your navigator isn’t a woman who seems to have a magnet in her brain. I know the sun sets in the West (right?). And as it is setting, its rays burning a hole in my retina, I am fully convinced that we are going East (or North, or South, depending on the day). We are learning now that our problems with navigation aren’t so much the GPS’s fault, but my own. It works fine when I am no where near it. But I usually end up holding it, b/c we decide to change destinations with stunning regularity. And when i am holding it, we get lost. And as my dear husband is urging me to find a way out of our new mess, I just stare at the little map on the device, as it spins wildly, changing maps quicker than the little thingys on a slot machine spin. The giant compass on our dash seems to be faulty as well. The words that came to mind today were straight from the devil! (as my mother in law would have said). In case you were interested, I can’t wear a watch anymore either. This magnetic personality thing sucks.