The Great Escape

Our flight in was hellacious – but we made it, and our flight home was even better. We flew in just in time for the end of a big snow storm.

Hurrah.

Of course, it did involve spending too much time on a tiny plane with a rude German woman and a small dog (they weren’t together). Also, we sat on the tarmac for like 40 minutes before departing Indianapolis and then sat on it for another hour when we landed in Boston.

US Airways – they are on top of it. ALL. THE. TIME.

Never again is all I’m saying.

Last night we had an exciting few minutes as we determined if Slim’s sister was caught in the horrific earthquake in Asia. She’s been on vacation in Sri Lanka – luckily we tracked down her travel agency and learned she was okay. But for about an hour I was in charge of getting to know Sri Lanka’s geography closely. I know where Kandy is, if you need to know.

And now we’re back, Deeps is outside shoveling snow and I’m bundled up in warm clothes as soup simmers on the stove because I went home for Christmas and all I got is this stinking cold. The six-pack totally took me out.

Sick. I can’t hear. My head hurts. I’m so snotty – I’m grossing myself out. What happened? Also – plane travel makes a girl look very pretty. And plane travel that requires you to get up at 4 AM makes you extra pretty.

And did I mention US Airways because they have some surly women working for them in Indianapolis where people are usually much more polite. Of course, they might have just gotten off from the night job as either bouncers or prison guards.

More later – despite this gross head thing, we had a great time. Aside from the screaming. And the vomit. And the snot. And also the shortage of whiskey. Now, must take NyQuil and sleep. Ugh.

Merry Christmas! Wake me up in time for New Year’s!