Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Ahna, you knew this was coming.

I have to take a minute and thank my favorite neighbors:


Why, do you ask?

Here's why:

Fine. I'll clarify.

Today we had a GIANT snowstorm. Many flakes. Many idiot drivers. Many. As in, lots.

Guess which highway they took? I94E.

Guess which one I had to take? I94E.

Guess how long it took me to get home?

No, really. Guess. (Normally, I am home in twenty minutes. I leave at 3pmish.)

Come on. Take a crack at it.

An hour you say?


One hour and a half?


Two hours??!

Nope. Try two and a half.

Now, since we're playing this fun guessing game, try to figure out what time Gilly's bus comes home.

Fine. I'll just tell you. 4pm or so.

Was Nathan home? Why, no, of course not!

Did I make it home in time? Why, no, of course not!

Okay, let's up the stakes a bit...

Realizing that I wouldn't make it home in time, I called my good friends, the Bungalogans and asked if they would be so kind as to pick my sweet child up at the bus stop.

Being the wonderful folks that they are, they agreed.

Ahh. All's better now.

But wait!
There's more!

Guess what arrived at 5:30pm? Ding, Ding! You're correct! Gillian's bus!!

Was Gillian on the bus?


Did the Bungalogans panic a bit? Heavens, I hope so! Did they figure out where Gillian was?

Heck yes!

Now, who came home in time to learn of the new situation?

Right again! I did!

After spending 2 1/2 hours in the dang car moving at under 10 miles an hour entire way, I arrived home to learn that I would need to get back in the car and spend another few hours driving to Gilly's school (normally a 20 minute drive in the opposite direction)because she did not get on the bus. She went to Girl Scouts instead.

Now, picture me near tears at this news. Because, yes, that is how I felt. Like weeping frustrated, horrible tears.

And what did the male half of my wonderful, understanding friends say?

He said,

"Relax. I'll go get her."

And what did the female half of my wonderful, understanding friends say?

She said,

"Sit down. I'll get you a glass of wine."

And what time did my poor, starving child get home?


Rick made it back with an in tact, although weepy, seven year old girl and two large pizzas.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

We ate delicious pizza and watched Rudolph.

I've gotta say, somebody had an eye out when we found this house.

Somebody knew that we'd need those Bungalogan's and that they'd be there for us.

So, thanks guys. We love and appreciate you more than you'll ever know!


Sue said...

Best. Neighbors. Ever.

The Littles Write said...

That's because we sucked you into our family/neighbor unit long ago... just wait until our plumbing goes and we're at your house to pee at 4 in the morning. mwahahaha.
Your very welcome. We know that you'd have done the same if the situation had been reversed.

The Littles Write said...

BTW - nice make-over. It's very crisp and wintery.

The Littles Write said...

I don't know how to change it so it says Iguana banana - hmmmm.

Kelly LOVES Whales said...

so sweet!!

it sounds like you had the craziest of crazy storms. please tell me that you are snow-shoeing or skiing the streets like a nordic queen!

stay warm! (and more importantly, keep your feet dry.)

kalurah said...

YIKES! I hope it lets up here, before it gets that crazy!
I hate days like that! luckily, where we're at, Zoe's school is literally 10 blocks away.
I am totally digging on your blog's new look. as Ahna said, crisp and wintery.
me likey. :)

by Johanna Brandvik said...

sounds like you're all very lucky!