Blame it on the Internet

I'm in Trouble Again!

As I type this, Saturday evening, I am at a destination far, far from home (destination to be revealed in a future post). Very strange! As you may recall, I just returned from my 25-day jaunt around the northwest on Monday evening. Since that time, (in only 6 days) either Mr. Dreamy or I have:

• taken my dad to a briefing about mediation regarding legal fees in his divorce
• picked up the car that had hail damage repaired (actually, we refused their first attempt and had to return a day later after they had finished the job)
• accompanied my dad to the mediation - which did not go in his favor :-p   But the mess should be totally behind him
• looked at RV's on the Internet (I'm not sure if I mentioned that we began looking at motor homes on our trip - we saw them in Washington, Montana and Colorado)
• traveled to two different RV dealers in our area to look at motorhomes
• drove an RV we liked
• found the RV at a super deal on the Internet
• talked with the sales staff at the distant RV dealership
• arranged for financing for the RV
• bought one airline ticket for Mr. Dreamy to fly and drive the RV home
• arranged for the funds to be wire transferred
• talked to our financial advisor
• checked to see if the wonderful house/dog sitter could come for a few days on very short notice
• arranged to purchase another airline ticket for me
• called our insurance guy to arrange for coverage
• talked with the salesman about the details of his picking us up at the airport
• arrived in our distant destination
• signed the paperwork to finalize the deal
• spent the night on our new RV in the parking lot of the dealership
• had necessary repairs and punch list items taken care of
• spent another night in our new 'home' - again, in the parking lot
• headed home!

It's all the Internet's fault! Had we not seen this deal, we would never have been thinking of looking for a motorhome anywhere outside our state. But, because we can 'see' everything, everywhere by way of the Internet, things moved a bit faster - I'm thinking faster than 'the speed of light', or at least faster than the old dial-up modems!

Mr. Dreamy and I are still pinching ourselves and asking, 

"Is this just a dream?"