Scott called me this morning with one simple question. “What day are we going to Germany?”
What kind of question is that? We’ve been planning on going for months. August 10th, silly. That’s ridiculous.
To which he replied, “Not according to our plane tickets.”
NO WAY. I looked up the flight information in my email. There it is – AUG 9. They say you become like your spouse when you get married but this is outrageous. I am all about my planner (and no, it does not consist of a smart phone but the good ‘ole pen and paper), am already starting to look at Christmas plans and HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?
The only thing I can imagine is that originally, yes, it was August 10th but then the flight was booked and it worked out for the day earlier but we never took note. In our minds, it was always August 10th. And then with other life happenings like birthdays, holidays, weddings and all things summer, not to mention having surgery last week, we never checked back. It’s a good thing I am in between jobs, because I have no idea how one would explain needing that extra day of PTO the day before leaving the country. Or what if we hadn’t found out until it was too late? How do you explain that?
So, everyone, new plan. We will be leaving the country the day after tomorrow. News to me. But you better believe my to do list just exploded and my missing gallbladder better get with the program, because we’ve got a plane to catch!
