So... when is our flight?

So... here is a funny story.

We have spent the past week in Geneva (another story about those events will be posted soon). On about monday, Danielle asked me "what time our flight was on Sunday". So I check my email and look up the time of our flight, which is 3:15 pm. But I pull a bonehead move and don´t confirm... the date.

Flash forward to Saturday, its about 1:30. Danielle is off with Monica shopping for dinner while i´m hanging out in Monica´s apartment surfing the net. I quickly double check the flight time and this time i notice the date. hmmm. Saturday, May 21. hmmm. hmmm....

SHIT!!!

So I make a frantic call to Monica ("Get Danielle home now!"), and start frantically packing. Danielle burst through the door, we grab our damp clothes off the clothesline and toss them in garbage bags, and leap in a cab.

We just make it in time to check in for our flight. So... all worked out well in the end. We don´t appear to have forgotten anything, and everything worked out well. Anyway, we´ll put up the stories from Switzerland and Venice sometime this week. Be patient...

Scott