and I shouldn't be. Just got back from Tenn. Very crazy day. Started early with lost keys. Mad (and I do mean mad!) dash to airport (in Atlanta!) Three and 1/2 hr. drive. Pedal to the metal! Missed the exit. C-O-N-S-T-R-U-C-T-I-O-N! Detour.
Arrived at airport. Ran through security (as far as running is allowed.) Caught the terminal train just as door closed. Stopped at stations A, B, C and D. (FINALLY!) Jostled past people on escalator. Sprinted to the gate. Time - 11:23. We were taxiing down the runway by 11:35. Literally! Whew! Miraculous!
Sat by woman who said nary a word. OK by me. Slept and read.
Arrived at Phoenix. Flight too full. Three hour wait. Bought TCBY waffle cone. Read conference Ensign. Changed seats to move closer to the Poly guys playing guitar and uke while waiting for their flight. Great harmonies! Decided missed plane was worth it. Boarded to SLC.
Another silent partner.
Gave tic tacs to toddler across the isle.
Read and slept some more.
Drove home.
Attended Kimberly's bridal shower (The last five mintues! Yes, her own mother missed her shower!!!)
Cleaned house (the most desperate segments!)
Time for bed. 3 am.
Home Improvements!
15 years ago
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