I'm leaving on a...
One more sleep till England!
Well, that's how I used to measure the time till Christmas day arrived, and it still seems more accurate then those more grown up "day" things I keep hearing about.
Shannons method of actually packing in a timely fashion has led to 99% of both Shannon and my packing being done (Yes Col, that 1% left over IS the smoked salmon, at the least it can help prove my Canadian citizenship if I ever loose all my I.D.). Already. So done in fact that I'm a little worried. As I said before, packing is not my strong point. I not happy unless I'm looking for my passport 2 mins after we were supposed to leave for the ferry. Being done the night before...well it just fills me with uneasiness.
The only thing left now is the journey itself. I am left wondering what sort of disaster's this omen of early packing might signal: The Ferry, Bus, or airport could break down/explode/defect to the Liberals.
My money is on catastrophic Luggage failure. I can just imagine fellow passengers fleeing as my undergarments are propelled towards them at high speed. A poor Germen tourist being air-lifted off the boat after failing to avoid a pair of airborne jeans.
Or our fellow ferry passengers might revolt in a similar manner as those currently aboard the QM2. Only this time seizing the ship in order to follow yet another pod of majestic killer whales.
Our largest bone of contention among the members of E.S.E.T.P.C (The East Sooke European Trip Planning committee) is which ferry to catch. The 9am or the 11am? It's too close to call.
So I guess we should make it to the plane, as long as the Whales keep a low profile.
Of course, something could happen to the plane itself. Crash on a tropical island, or with our flight plan, an Iceberg. At least those guys on Lost earn a decent salary. And the smoked Salmon will keep us alive until we learn to hunt the Penguins. Or they learn to eat us.
Well, that's how I used to measure the time till Christmas day arrived, and it still seems more accurate then those more grown up "day" things I keep hearing about.
Shannons method of actually packing in a timely fashion has led to 99% of both Shannon and my packing being done (Yes Col, that 1% left over IS the smoked salmon, at the least it can help prove my Canadian citizenship if I ever loose all my I.D.). Already. So done in fact that I'm a little worried. As I said before, packing is not my strong point. I not happy unless I'm looking for my passport 2 mins after we were supposed to leave for the ferry. Being done the night before...well it just fills me with uneasiness.
The only thing left now is the journey itself. I am left wondering what sort of disaster's this omen of early packing might signal: The Ferry, Bus, or airport could break down/explode/defect to the Liberals.
My money is on catastrophic Luggage failure. I can just imagine fellow passengers fleeing as my undergarments are propelled towards them at high speed. A poor Germen tourist being air-lifted off the boat after failing to avoid a pair of airborne jeans.
Or our fellow ferry passengers might revolt in a similar manner as those currently aboard the QM2. Only this time seizing the ship in order to follow yet another pod of majestic killer whales.
Our largest bone of contention among the members of E.S.E.T.P.C (The East Sooke European Trip Planning committee) is which ferry to catch. The 9am or the 11am? It's too close to call.
So I guess we should make it to the plane, as long as the Whales keep a low profile.
Of course, something could happen to the plane itself. Crash on a tropical island, or with our flight plan, an Iceberg. At least those guys on Lost earn a decent salary. And the smoked Salmon will keep us alive until we learn to hunt the Penguins. Or they learn to eat us.
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