With the Good Must Come Some Bad

I had a fabulous trip to Arkansas to Meet the Parents this weekend. It didn't end as graciously as it had started!

We are on our way out the door on Monday evening for the airport. Jame's mom thinks she should check the internet to make sure our flight is on time. Its not on time, Its canceled. Just up and canceled the damn flight on us. We spent the next 2 hours haggling on the phone with the airlines...Houston had storms...blah blah blah...we couldn't make anything happen...next flight out was the next day at 4:30pm. So we called in to work and explained our situation, gained another day with his family and got to do things we didn't have time for.

We made it on our flight out of Arkansas on Tuesday. We sat on the runway for an entire hour while they cleaned up some other mess with a plane. When we landed in Houston we had exactly 15 minutes to make it to our connecting flight...at another terminal! We ran! Made it to our gate just in time, dripping sweat. Finally arrive home at 8:45 pm last night. Our bags do not arrive with us-to top it all off.

We drove up to LA to pick up Romeo from my sisters. That took a good 2.5 hours and when we returned our bags had arrived at the airport. Ended up crawling in bed at 12:30 am last night!