Friday, December 25, 2009

The ghost of Christmas...snafu.

It feels so ILLICIT to blog on Christmas! But here I am...

As it turns out, we never did catch a train to Boston. Ended up in a car. Which we might do from now on, anyway. The train doesn't seem to be working out.

Tempers were running high in Penn Station, as train after train was delayed, canceled or "combined." Combining two sold-out, late trains is a recipe for disaster. One woman crumpled to the floor in front of the ticket counter, screaming, "I KNOW I HAVE A TICKET! I JUST CAN'T FIND IT! THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!" Four cops surrounded her, each with a gun, but they seemed more amused than anything. Poor woman.

It does seem like one of "those" Christmases. My present for my sister failed to arrive on time. E woke up in the middle of the night, wanting soy milk, and got upset when D accidentally gave him whole milk instead. He decided to stay up till 4 (am) as punishment. I am allergic, as I often get in Massachusetts (maybe because there are more trees than there are in NYC?) and bloated from overeating last night.

Anybody want to take a nap with me until January 2?

3 comments:

judy in ky said...

Ooh, sorry it was one of "those" Christmases. I can remember a couple of those, too. It sounds like it was bad in lot of places, with blizzards and tornadoes.
We were lucky here... we didn't have to travel at al.

BabelBabe said...

yes. but can we make it the 4th? my kids don't go back to school till the 4th.

Bearette24 said...

sure, that can work :)