I'm. So. Fucking. Tired.

I got ONE hour of sleep this morning. Possibly even less. Just to drive to the airport in heavy fog, while psychos endangered my life by driving 90 miles an hour down the freeway as if it was the middle of the sunniest day ever, and find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

I really want to go home, and just go to ND & Kristin's for Thanksgiving. S is one standby flight we don't get on board away from agreeing to this.

I've never NOT wanted to get on a plane so much in my life.

Oh, Sean. How completely sucky. I'm so sorry.

{{Sean&S}}

{{Fay}}

Harvey-purrs to all who want 'em.

Crap. S is now making noises about actually wanting to wait it out all day, and fly alone if she has to. I'm trying not to just lose it in this airport.

find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

We were once two minutes late and it was because the airline employee wouldn't listen to me. Extremely frustrating day, although we were able to make our connection because our connecting flight was late. ( Althugh they did lose all our luggage, including Ellie's carseat, which sort of sucked.)

eta: and to be a bit clearer, I offered that story in an attmept to say that they day was so frustrating and I'm sorry you guys are stuck there and on such a bad travel day. I hope things work out, one way or another!

Sorry, Sean. Can you get to a different airport in Houston, like Hobby? I don't know what your ultimate destination is.

Folding is bad. Rolling things up is The Way Forward because (1) you can squish more things in and (2) it doesn't actually make them any more wrinkled than folding.

I think I saw someone do this years ago, and it blew my mind, but I still just fold my clothes. It's just easier to live out of the suitcase afterward.

Just to drive to the airport in heavy fog, while psychos endangered my life by driving 90 miles an hour down the freeway as if it was the middle of the sunniest day ever, and find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

Dammit, Sean. I'm sorry. That happened to me just last month, actually.

I've done that. I spent all of Mother's Day in the Detroit airport after... some visit to Ann Arbor or other. Was it a wedding? Something?

Dana, we're just going to Houston, so another airport might be possible, but S's bag is already in the airport's innards, so that might complicate things.

And thanks for the sympathies, all.

Jilli, I am listening to a Panic! at the Disco cover of "This Is Halloween."

Don't hate me.