Neither did I, but apparently someone did. Forget the yachts, I wouldn’t even know what to do with one of those 40-foot luxury speedboats they use to get to shore and back.
On the other hand, I did look in a manger and see a Savior. I’m glad he knows what to do with me!
OF COURSE, I had to check that link and found out more than I ever wanted to know about support-yacht ownership, like this gem:
“Take the helicopter condundrum, for example. Landing a helicopter on a mega-yacht can be highly disruptive to the owners and guests,Caminada said. ‘You have to get all the passengers inside, take in all the pillows, get the crew to a fire-safety area,’ he said. With a support yacht nearby, ‘you can land on the support yacht and free the mother ship of all that hassle and interruption’.”
Talk about “first-world problems”! (Now excuse me while I go haul my garbage can out of a snowbank; the butler took the day off so I have to do it.)
Yes, that helicopter conundrum is always disrupting my guests’ comfort.
Tim
P.S. I’m buttling for myself as well. Where’s Jeeves when you need him?
A common dialogue between my kids and me goes like this –
Me: “This place is a MESS! Where’s the maid?!!”
My kids: {giggling} “Mommy — YOU are the maid!!”
This was the first year that my oldest kids (ages 9 & 10) completely surprised me with gifts they picked out themselves and purchased with their own money. Such love! My cup is overflowing.
I put a few pictures of our Christmas on my blog today. The gifts from my kids are near the bottom.
Riches beyond measure, Adriana!