I screwed up... But we survived!

Hello! We're back from Saint Louis!
Saturday was hectic. I mean, major hectic. It all started well, though. There I was, doing laundry, washing some dishes. Morrigan went down for her afternoon nap and I thought to myself "Maybe I should look up our flight times for tomorrow so we don't miss it!"

I sat at the computer, loaded up Expedia, and got our itinerary. "Dum, dum, dum." I thought. "Okay, flying out on Saturday the 30th at 6:55am... wait, wait. Saturday? HOLY SHIT! That's TODAY!"

Apparently dipshit me booked the flight a day early on accident. So, there I was, 12:20pm on Saturday, looking at an itinerary that said the plane had left six hours ago. I immediately busted into tears and called Ben.

"Ben!" I said. "I screwed up. The flight's gone! The flight's gone!"
Ten minutes later, after he could get me to coherently tell him what happened, he made a brilliant suggestion. Call the airport and see what we can do.

I called American and told them how much of an idiot I was. They said "No problem, people miss their flights all the time. Just bring in your ticket and we'll fly you stand-by tonight."

Tonight? But Ben was at work! So, after I hung up with American, I sheepishly called Ben back and told him to come home so we could rush to the airport to rush onto another flight and not have to pay $300 extra for new tickets.

He did, and we did, and we got on a flight. Two hours later we were in STL.

Over all, the trip was good. Stressful, tiring, and definately wore me out, but it was good. Ben met a good chunk of the family and still hasn't divorced me (an amazement in itself) and mother behaved herself remarkably well. We spent a whole evening with daddy and Brad and Nina, playing Wii and showing Mori their turtle. We had lots of eat-out food, which my body did not quite agree with, and got back in one piece.

Now today, it's off to school for final exams and off to work tomorrow for Ben. Morrigan graciously slept all through the night last night, which means so did I, and it seemed to recharge us pretty well. To complete that recharge, I'm going to First Watch to have a nice, alone, quiet breakfast before throwing myself back into the throes of student life.

Ciao!

Saint Louis and Sickness

So we're back from Saint Louis. The trip to and from was fairly uneventful. We spent Thursday driving, Friday with McCormick and Fuzzy, Saturday with my mom, and Sunday with my dad before heading back home. Scout got to spend a few days at the Spa de Doran because he's a stubborn you-know-what. The other dogs were fine, hiding out in the van, and the chickens left us a nice cache of eggs to come home to.

My mother sent four bags of clothing, a box of blankets, and two bags of disposable diapers with us. She'll never learn. She bought me a nail-thingy set where you buff and shine your nails, and when I tried to explain that 1) I don't care about my nails and 2) I don't have time/motivation to make them shiney, she blew me off and packed it under Morrigan's stuff. It's like she thinks one day i'll magically turn into, you know, a girl.

Now, Morrigan's sick. Debbie was sick and apparently there was enough germs in the air, even though she never touched the kidlet. Poor thing is running a fever of around 101, and we have a doc's appointment tomorrow to get her checked out.

Other than that, life is good. It feels very good to be home.

Also, there's a glass on the desk here with a tiny bit of lemonaide in it... apparently the ants thought it was food, but when they get in it, they can't get out. So there's a layer of ants across the surface. I find it highly amusing.