*gasps* Please. Someone. STOP ME!
*bitch slaps self, once AGAIN*
Okay. Mo' betterer now. *clears throat* What I was trying to say before I was so RUDELY interrupted... *snicker* (see? I don't NEED anyone to entertain me...I do just FINE by myself.)
*closes eyes and mutters Muladhara Muladhara Muladhara* Ahem.
Holy moly. I am on it today. I guess I'm just excited. The Innocent Bystander had me call Delta yesterday and rebook his flight for December 28th, so it looks like he is going to be home before the end of the year. And, to sweeten the deal, he got a partial payment (note I said partial, but something is MUCH mo' betterer than nuttin' hunny) on his pay! Of course, he already gave me my hush money for this hitch and near about half of what he was paid will go to Uncle Sam, but seeing some actual numbers in the account sure will make me sleep easier.
Anyway, since he has a semi-firm (ohchit-don't let me start again) (can you tell it's been over a month since I've been laid?) (help me decide how I'm going to wrap up my girlie bits for him this time ^^groucho eyebrows^^) (isn't that just the dorkiest airplane ever? If it had a name, it would be Yeep.) idea of when he's coming home, he decided last night to go ahead and plan our trip. I have already purchased a loverly pair of hiking boots and have been breaking them in with regular mallwalks, so I have mentally been jumping out of trees and learning to speak monkey and trying to remember if poisonous snakes have triangle heads or diamond (diamond? did someone say diamond?) *grips self by shoulders and shakes HARD* *blinks* What? *reads back* Oh. If poisonous snakes have diamond patterns or triangle heads. Does it seem like I have ADD today?
So I'm at the house yesterday afternoon trying to get El Juevo ready for the hockey game (we won 2-0!) and the phone rings and it is the Innocent Bystander
my ass. He has been trying to find flights to Costa Rica, and could not find anything that would not have us leaving here at 4 in the morning to make a flight, so he decided to see what kind of deals he could find on flights to other destinations. Since we have been bandying about a trip in April or May to Europe, he looked up tickets to Amsterdam, and found an absolutely fabulous deal on two first class seats, so his phone call was to run a change in destinations up my flagpole to see if I'd salute it.
What a dilemma. I have really been looking forward to flying through trees with the greatest of ease and all that rot. I also felt like the trip to Costa Rica was destined to be-when I was booking his return flight yesterday the operator I talked to was telling me that she is my age, she had a fear of heights, and she recently took the same trip and did the zipline thing and LOVED it. Also, while I was boning up *rolls eyes* on the country, I discovered these:
Mysterious giant stone balls. I mean, this is a tough decision. On the one hand, I can have stone balls. *laughs hysterically* On the other, I could tromp through the cold snowy rainy streets of 'de Dam' in my new (waterproof) boots looking at beautiful paintings and loverly sculptures and all manner of people seeing how high they can fly their freak flags. But we have been to Amsterdam twice already. And we did have tentative plans to go there and Barcelona and maybe one more place in late spring or early summer. And what can I say? I'm greedy. I want to do both. I was torn.
Being as I am a 'have passport will travel' kind of girl, I left it up to him. He said he would do some more research and let me know this morning where we will be going. When I woke up this morning, I had an email from him and the destination is (insert drumroll here):
He has us booked from January 8-13th and Mom has agreed to birdsit. Now I have to make some decisions as far as packing goes, because most of my summery clothes have been ruined by fartwater. I do believe I may have a legitimate reason to shop for ME!
*hollers* "Oh, Daa-aarrr!"