An experiment with Buster is happening tomorrow. We are taking him camping in Wisconsin. Just a 2 night midweek jaunt to see how he does in the pop up.
Tells ya, I'm going to need that rest after the fiasco of making the reservations with Mrs.C for this little outing, along with booking flights to Maine yesterday. I can book a reservation, anywhere, anytime, in less than five minutes. Mrs. C has to make a production of it.
"What are the reviews?"- I don't care.
"What's the on time percentage?'- What? Why the hell are you even looking at that?
"Why can't we do it this way?"-Because our kid moved to Maine and the choices are limited. Jeez.
After 30 minutes of dicking around with booking the flights yesterday, I got a bit PO'd and asked her how many flights she's booked and flown in the last year. Boy, did that piss her off.
"I was just trying to help."- Trust me, you're not.
Kind of the same thing today with booking the campsite.
