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Yeah, sorry about the lack of a title (yeah, Dan go ahead, I can take it), but the creative juices are not flowing very well today.
So I haven't been able to update y'all for a few days since Flavio's computer had a filter on it so it wouldn't let me into the blog site... but I'm back, baby! It was great to read all of your comments. And I'll state it again for the record... I will not be marrying Bill Yeo... no offence, eh Bill? We'll still go for curry for sure! For Shawn... I plan on staying in Switz for about 3 months... Olivia is cute!... she belongs to you right? It's like a full time job trying to keep track of all these babies!
Ok... some stories...
So Erin's a saint and takes me to the airport at 0530 in Ch'town. I fly to Montreal, hang out for 2 hours, then on to the T-dot, where I chill for another 4 hours. K, here comes the kicker... I get on my flight to London (which is 1st class... AND the seat beside me is empty! How do you spell awesome?... f-i-r-s-t- c-l-a-s-s!!! Did you know they give you this little leather bag with all kinds of toiletrie goodies in it? And all the wine you like? Anyways, still couldn't sleep cuz Joe- America behind me talks the whole night to his buddy). Sorry for the set back there... k, flight to London... just before take off they announce that we'll be flying to London VIA Montreal!!! So why the heck didn't I just fly to Montreal, at like, noon instead of flying all over the friggin country just to end up where I practically started from?!? We didn't actually leave Montreal til about 1730! I just about had a fit!!! I could have slept in... and Erin too!!! Sorry girl! So I think I'll book my own flight home instead of going with a travel agent and maybe it won't take 23 hours! London was fine... raining naturally... does it do anything but rain there? So the day before I leave I get a letter from Philip Hamming saying: write me! So I did just that... thought he would get a kick out of getting a letter from me with postage from London. A little frustrated in London since they don't tell you what gate you're leaving from til about 30-40 mins before your plane actually leaves... so you have this mass of ppl hanging out in this lounge area all cursing the tv monitors because it won't show the gate number. Anyways made it to my gate only to wait longer of a bus to take us to our plane!
Excuse me for a moment folks, a little boy named Noah... who will appear in another story has jumped upon my knee and is babbling in a foreign language and I think he wants to play...