In other news today, I’m not sure that my Venetian husband is quite ready for life in New Jersey. Or anywhere civilized, for that matter. As we are headed to the US next week for real-estate hunting, etc., his new boss sent him an email that said (approximately): “You will be picked up by a limo. A driver with your name on a sign will meet you”.
About .00003 seconds after receiving that email Pnut forwarded it to me, and this exchange followed:
P: Limo….?
Me: Could be. In this case, ‘limo” just means car with a driver, but that doesn’t rule out a real one… they’re sometimes cheaper to rent by the hour than taxi long-distance.
P: Cool. Even if it’s a Fiat 500… I don’t care. I always dreamt to be one of those guys that are waited at airports by people with signs and funny/exotic looking names…
MR PNUT
KING OF VENICE
EMPEROR OF THE LAGOON
This would do.
Sigh. At least I’ll have plenty to blog about when we get to the US.
