Ah yes, I’ve been quite AWOL around here lately, haven’t I?
Well, all I can say is that if you’ve:
a) been on a bumpy turbo-prop flight over the Rockies
b) watched your son boot all over your husband and himself mid-flight
c) you yourself boot upon landing and a bumpy descent
d) drag your screaming, underwear-only clad child screaming through the airport so that you can put him into clean clothes
e) barely make your connection back to Chicago only to learn that your husband had to sweetly coax the ramp agent to get himself new pants
f) then sit aboard another bumpy flight where your son proceeds to boot again (I caught it in the bag that time, and yes, I am very proud of that one)
g) wait on the tarmac one hour before heading to your gate upon landing
h) arrive home 10 hours after you left on what was supposed to be a 4 hour trip
Well, then, you’d be AWOL too.
More soon, I promise, once I stop rehashing the details of the world’s most-comical, yet messy flight experience.
















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Please do not overlook the untimely demise of Baby Tiger.
Oh man and WOW – that’s about all I can say to that. Welcome home.
Go take a shower AND a bath!!
yes, poor baby tiger. that’s for another day. we now have baby kitty and baby chicky as substitutes.
Wow I am so sorry.