Me = giant enormous moo

Well, today is my last day of vacation. Am in Midland, after spending two (or is it three?) days in North Bay. Too much snow and coldness all around -- though had terrific bout of tobagganing (sp?) with small nephew. Almost forgot how much fun that is.

Xmas was nice -- a little mad with way less time than I've had off in ages (a whopping four-day weekend, filled with too much bus travel, and still have several hours of work to do this evening).

Am furious with Travelocity.ca. My parents kindly purchased a gift certificate for Xmas for me -- thus enabling me to do a bit of traveling this year -- but none of us realized the kind of restrictions Travelocity impose on gift certificates.

What kind of place puts restrictions on gift certificates? I can only use them in conjunction with a plane-hotel-car deal (two out of the three), and can on use them on last-minute deals for the weekends only. In other words, if I get a package of sorts to Mexico or whatever, I can only stay for a MAXIMUM of four days.

What the fuck is up with that? I mean, coupons and free trips? Fine -- restrict away. But don't accept someone's hard-earned money and then tell them they can't spend it how they like. That's shitty and poor business.

I'm going to try and cancel it and see if my mum can get a refund. What bollocks.

I'm so full. Too much eating the last few days -- suspect explosion is imminent. Let my gravestone read: "Here lies hannah. She overate. She died. Silly cow."

Still have cousin's wedding this week, but am fortunate in having chums who have just said, "let's do something for New Year's Eve" but are OK with just hitting a few parties and hanging out. No prissy party plans for us.

Anyway, work and deadlines beckon. And back to normal workload tomorrow. Boooo.