The hubby is STILL not home. The contracted bus that was supposed to bring him on the 15 hour journey home apparently broke down before he ever got on it. At this point, you'd think the Air Force would just put these tired, homesick folks on one of the many military planes flying straight here, but no-- that's not how it works. Instead, they waited around for a few hours and now are slated to arrive around 3 or 4 am. That wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have 5 kids here and his drop off point wasn't an hour away. But, since it is the busiest traveling day of the year in this part of the world and there's freezing fog scheduled (freezing fog, it's amazing to see), I am not even getting worked up over this. I figure I'll pick the man up tomorrow.
And just for your enjoyment,

here's a shot of normal fog on our
little country road.
Do you see the horses?
You may have to click on the image :-)
well... I can't understand at all why you wouldn't want to pack up all your kids in the middle of the night for an hour long journey through freezing fog listening to the soothing sounds of crying, whining and screaming in order to pick up your husband when apparently you can even be sure WHAT time to pick him up at... gosh... that just sounds like such a party to me (read huge sarcasm here).
ReplyDeleteAnd I just LOVE the picture you put up... beautiful!!!! I've never been to England but I would love to someday (with all my extra cash and free time).
I hope your hubby arrives safe and sound soon!