I have but one thing to say about this: Ick.
The Princess Mom called me today to check and see if I had gotten the travel packet for our upcoming cruise yet.
Nope. I haven't received a thing.
Well, she said, that's odd. I've had my information packet for a couple of weeks already.
(Let's just say she was ready to hold a Southern Baptist tent revival-sized Come-to-Jesus meeting with her travel agent later today.)
Hmmm. At that moment I had a brainwave and asked her what address she had given the poor schmo.
Well, ____________________ Ave., Chicago. Why?
Ummm, Mom? I haven't lived at that address or in that city for well over a year. Helloooooo??? We spent how many weekends furniture shopping for a new apartment in what city this summer?
I swear she sounded just like Emily Litella: Oh. Never mind.
(And, no -- it's not old timer's disease. She's always been like this.)
Karma. Ain't it a beautiful thing when it works?