In an alternate universe, we made it to our departing flight on time and all was right with the world. There wasn't 2+ hours of traffic on 95N and no one was frantically running full throttle to make the flight when she did a wildly ungraceful faceplant outside of airport security, spilling the contents of her overnight bag and watching with her chin on the cold, cold tile as all of her belongings sliiiiiid in every which direction along the airport floor, while her name was being announced over the public address system.In this alternate universe, we had an absolutely wonderful and drama-free Thanksgiving; no one had to take an emergency flight home before they got their turkey. Everyone slept well atop mattresses that didn't have the support of soggy oatmeal and there was much joy and seemingly endless laughter.
Suppose that's what I get for bitching last week about how crazy this year has been.
8 comments:
its almost frightening how similar we are
and no one was worried about waking the baby!
Oh I cant wait for Christmas, I'll be taking bets on whether B looses an limb on the way to her closet
This is why every year, on Thanksgiving, I watch "Home For the Holidays." I sympathize as Holly Hunter's character's parents drive her to light a joint in the bathroom singing to herself "candy...I call my sugar, candy..."
Today's verification word: uiwox, the fuzzy little creatures that are the doppelgangers on an alternate version of the planet Endor
yeah, were you allowed to have milk with meat? ok then.
-bb
as long as you didn't do anything stupid (e.g., take your sweet and sensitive singaporean gf to see borat or make an illegal uturn through a red light in front of a cop in the pouring rain).....
You make me laugh.
"mattresses that didn't have the support of soggy oatmeal" I know the feeling of "soggy oatmeal" I could not stop laughing when I read that.
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