We flew out yesterday (Saturday) morning to visit my inlaws. We had a 20 minute stop in Anchorage which turned into almost two hours. Apparently the door to the plane wasn't sealing completely. Fortunately they were able to fix it. We had a long layover scheduled in Seattle so we made our next connection with plenty of time to spare.
On the flight to Seattle I was neatly wedged between my wife on my left and a pleasant man on my right. I tried to sleep, but was inundated with the body heat of two additional individuals. I felt like I was slowly being baked to perfection. The wedging also hindered the use of arms for things such as reading, accessing my water, or allowing the blood to circulate. The plane to Montana was small and as such had only two seats on either side of the aisle. Yay! No more wedgy for me.
While waiting in the Seattle airport I wandered and explored. My wife and I wanted Cinnabon so I was on a quest. I ended up having to take a transit to a completely different terminal and run to place my order before they closed. It was quite an adventure. I enjoyed my gooey, sugary delight, but perhaps not enough to get another one on the way back. It's nice to know that my taste buds are starting, however reluctantly, to come in line with my health needs.
We arrived at my brother-in-law's about 1am. We coddled our new neice for awhile and finally went to bed.
That's the latest breaking news in my exciting adventures with my in-laws. Tonight: the parents arrive. News at 11.
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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion
your jar is a door...
joat | December 21, 2003 9:50PM