The flying monkey

Wayne and I are home from the cruise and adjusting to life without a buffet line or someone who makes crafty animals out of towels to place on our bed at night.  (My personal favorite was the flying monkey that was attached to our curtain. ) 
 
That's something else.  I'm learning to go without someone turning down my bed every night.  Yes, it's back to the real world.  As my five-year-old grandson would say, "Bummer!"

 
The flying monkey folded towel in our room aboard ship. So fun!