Sister and I planned our vacation last week. We were going to meet in Seattle on Labor Day Weekend, and spend the week after in Seattle & Vancouver...maybe even Portland. My schedule was clear; her schedule was clear. It was perfect. We had an hour-long conversation discussing some details and the absolute delight that our vacation would surely be. She had to book her flights right away to take advantage of some free miles she had from a past-vacation-gone-terribly-wrong. Today, I printed off her flight details and went online to book my arrival & departure times as close to hers as possible. Here's what I found on her itinerary:
May 23 - May 30.
That's Memorial Day, Sister. That's. Memorial. Day.
During an hour-long conversation of excited chatter, we apparently never realized that one of us was talking about a spring vacation 2 months away and the other was talking about a fall vacation 5 months away. I don't know how this is possible, but it's possible. While Sister is attending the Sasquatch Music Festival ALONE, I will be in trial at the county courthouse. This is, without question, a hitch in the get-along
We're working on it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment