Okay, first thought I had when I saw
this was "O_O!! He bought me an island???" Then after that particular blonde moment passed, translation Bret finished laughing his ass off at my stupidity, he calmly explained to me that no, it wasn't the island itself, it was two weeks of time being spent on it. So the next two weeks of days off, added up over two days here, three days there, will be spent getting fried, the natural way. *laughs*
So Adam, the kids are yours on those days. *grins* I refuse to take little Stacy on a plane ride that lasts longer than two hours ever again, unless I can find something that will knock her out for the entire trip. Of course, mini-me sitting there doing the "I'm not touching you" thing the whole damn time doesn't help. The saying "You spend nine months teaching them to walk and talk then the rest of your life trying to teach them to shut up and sit down" is more true than I ever realized. *laughs*
Now I have to go make use of one of the presents I received and see if any plans have been made for New Years yet...right after I get mini-me out of whoever's suitcase he's invaded.