Monday, April 1, 2013
2013/02/12 Tuesday: Chicago is Cold
2013/02/11 Monday: A Quick Visit
2013/02/10 Sunday: Flying Nowhere, Again
We were at the airport, bags checked, stroller tagged and ready to go when an opportunity arose. Southwest was looking for one or two volunteers to bump. Henry and I each had a seat, so if we were bumped we could both get paid to wait until tomorrow (all the flights for the next 24 hours were sold out.) I wasn't interested in the inconvenience if they were only going to compensate me for one seat. Then they thought they only needed one seat, but no one else would volunteer. The flight was all adults, and looked like almost all business travelers. The found a way to give me more credit for just one ticket, but didn't know if they would need me. We boarded the plane, got comfy in our seats, then they called our names to get off the plane- they needed our seat. It was worth it because I got more credit for just my seat than they had initially promised for two seats.
Comically, since our clothes were in our suitcases headed to Chicago, we had to wear the same clothes the next day. So I washed them. But I also washed my wallet. And that left bits of paper all over the clothes. So I washed them again. And when the washer was on spin cycle, it caused a giant jug of laundry detergent to crash onto the wool carpeting and break, creating one of the biggest messes of my life. Sorry Mom!
2013/02/09 Saturday: Welcome Baby E!
Dallas and Shannon welcomed their first daughter into the world. Gigi is very excited to have a girl cousin close to her age to play with. We are all excited to buy more girl clothes and accessories.
2013/02/08 Friday: Lofty Plans Go Nowhere
2013/02/07 Thursday: Better Than First Class
Somehow we lucked out, and our plane was half empty. A passenger moved to get away from us and into an empty row, so we ended up with two rows for Jo Ellen, Henry, Gigi, and myself. The kids slept for most of the Honolulu-LAX leg of the flights. About ninety minutes before we landed in LA, I started to have abdominal pain. It was pretty intense. My gallbladder really knows how to pick a good moment to attack. I was in agony and could barely get off the plane. I called Nick and with his advice, decided to go ahead and proceed to Salt Lake. By the time we boarded our second (and delayed) flight, the worst was over. We were all on one row on the way to Utah, but it was OK because we were so close to being done. I don't know how I would have made it without Toots.
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