Just a picture of the house at night, in case I totally lose my mind in the near future and forget what it looks like. Snow and all.
None of it has melted either. *sigh*
No matter, we’re heading back to Wienerland this afternoon, and the car will be here at 3:30 p.m. to fetch us. Daughter Number One thought she would be taking us, but I didn’t want to assume that she would need to be up for it. Festivities can be draining on a person, so we’ll go with the limo routine.
Had a bit of a trill yesterday though, when the car showed up A DAY EARLY. I had my confirmation number though, and remembered quite distinctly asking to be picked up on MONDAY. I know it kind of sounds like Sunday, but that’s a bit of a stretch. Possibly some issue with English as a second language?
Meh, it happens. They were quite apologetic, and admitted that there was a “new guy” taking the orders. Or something like that.
That whole getting picked up to go to the airport can be fraught with stress however, as I can recall on one particular occasion a few years back, when the limo service DIDN’T show up at all, as they had the wrong date. I got a slightly panicky call at work, and ended up taking Travelling Companion to the airport myself. I had a very understanding boss. Well, put it this way, he had a very clear understanding of my priorities. Him and his precious school were well down on the list. Besides, if you just do your freakin’ job, it’s surprising how understanding a boss can be.
So we’ll be “celebrating” New Years somewhere over Greenland I suppose, but I’d just as soon be sleeping when it comes right down to it.
Here’s wishing you a good one.
Happy New Year!
Thanks for sliding on by.