Bon Voyage...

"You're late!"

That's what Gretchen said after I answered the phone at 7:10 a.m. - I was supposed to be at the Expatters' house at 7 a.m.

"Huh? Wha'?"

Yes, I remembered to turn the clocks ahead. Yes, I set the alarm on my watch. But, I guess I just didn't hear the alarm go off at 6:15 a.m. Oops!

I got ready in record time, and was walking out of the front door with a cup of coffee in hand, before I was even fully awake. A few minutes later, I was pulling up in front of KGB's house at 7:30 a.m.

About fifteen minutes later, after loading up the cars, we were off to the airport; Kirk and Baby in a rental car, and Gretchen, me, and Grady in the Jeep.

The ride to the airport was very uneventful - Grady was very well behaved, and Baby was fast asleep when we pulled up at Departures. All the luggage and Grady's crate (which is the same crate in which we brought Dominique to Switzerland) was loaded onto a big cart, Kirk dropped off the rental car, and I brought Grady out for one last Swiss pee.

There was time for one last photo of the Expatters in Switzerland, and then it was time to say goodbye.

Good morning, America...

The Expatters are on their way home!

Green With Envy!

The Expatters came by for a farewell, St. Patrick's Day lunch this past Saturday. As you may or may not know by now, they will be moving back to the U.S. in a little less than a week. Since Mrs. TBF will be leaving for the U.S. on Saturday morning, this was her last chance to see them before they leave. I, on the other hand, will get to see them before their triumphant return to America, because......I have been given the honor of driving them to Zürich Airport early on Sunday morning! ...Who knew that they'd really take me up on my offer?

...just kidding! I'm happy to do it! Won't the Jeep be surprised with the Sunday, 7:00 a.m. wakeup call? I sure hope I get up in time.

So, KGB (Kirk, Gretchen, & Baby) came over to the apartment this past Saturday for one last feeding. About a week earlier, I had suggested to Mrs. TBF an all-American lunch of hamburgers and fries with the hope of avoiding the usual saga of Mrs. TBF pouring over cookbooks in a menu-planning frenzy for days (sometimes weeks...) before a dinner/lunch party, and (surprisingly) she agreed.

Of course, since it was St. Patrick's Day, it was only fitting that we served up some Guinness Chocolate Cake. For reasons only known to him, King decided that he absolutely had to have some of Kirk's cake. What a BEAST!!! Ummm...King, not Kirk!

I have to say that Kirk and Gretchen are amazingly calm considering that the movers will empty their house in a few days and then they, along with Baby AND Grady (another BEAST!) will be boarding a flight bound for "home" a few days after that.

I wonder what we'll be like when we say farewell to Switzerland.

Whenever that is...