Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs.

It was two weeks until we were leaving for Florida.

Since Terry, our house/dog/cat sitter extraordinaire, couldn't watch our animals while we were away, I researched, visited, and found a Plan B for the dogs.  I did this a month ago.  And yet, here we were, two weeks prior to departure and it fell through.  Crap.  I had to scramble, find the time to take the dogs to check out another option and then, thankfully, book them in.  Crisis averted.

It was three days until we were leaving for Florida.

Juliana had been feverish for a few days but with no other symptoms.  That is, until I saw those dreaded white spots in her throat.  Crap.  Off to the doctor for the official confirmation:  strep throat.  Thankfully the meds kicked in and she was as good as new 24 hours later.  Crisis averted.

It was 36 hours until we were leaving for Florida.

On the way to pick me up after work, Peter decided to try out the sun roof - you know, practicing for the warm weather in front of us. Except it made a grinding noise and jammed.  In the open position.  Crap.  Straight to the dealership Peter went.  Bad news.  By 9 pm we had our options:

(a)  pay a kajillion dollars for repair, wait for the parts to arrive from Japan, and have our van back in our hands in two weeks at the earliest;

(b)  cancel our trip; 

(c)  curl up in the fetal position until it all got better on its own; or

(d)  find a new van, and fast.

As luck would have it, we were able to trade in and purchase a new (to us) van which was in our hands at 8:30 p.m. - 10 hours prior to our departure time.  Crisis averted.

They say things happen in threes.  Well fingers crossed.  We can only hope.

In the meantime, by 6:50 Thursday morning, we were Florida bound.