Packing crazies.

M and I leave tomorrow morning, bright and early, to catch a 7 a.m. flight to JFK. Packing pretty much dominated all our free time in the last few days. But there were good eats before, between, and after all this packing.

And we are both utterly out of our pants with excitement. Some more literally than others. (M OK’ed this picture by the way. He’s also wearing his scarf that he got in Afghanistan back in his Ranger days.)

Lunch was courtesy of Google today since I had absolutely zero food to bring for lunch. Best salmon ever and really good dessert flan. The bay was so stormy and gray. Looks like we’ll be leaving San Francisco just as a storm system hits. Hopefully that doesn’t mean delayed flights.

5:30 p.m. seemed so far away, but finally I was freed from work! Mumsies was kind enough to pick us and the cats up from our apartment. The parents are taking care of the kitties again like they did last Thanksgiving.

I gotta get to sleep since M is waking me up at 4 a.m. Eek! Happy Holidays!

xoxo,

Jenn

Angry at O’Hare airport.

It is now 5:15 a.m. Chicago time and 3:15 a.m. San Francisco time. Both of which equals me being super grumpy.

Not to mentiom the fact that I hate United airlines more than I can ever put to words. We were forced to check our carry-ons at the plane door “because there’s no more room in the overhead bins.” Funny because as soon as we got in, we most definitely saw lots of overhead space.

Strike one.

The plane door manager also told us that “yes, yes, your bags will meet you in Indianapolis, don’t worry.”

Of course. Guess where I’m at right now? The baggage claim waiting for our bags because a different United person told us as we landed in Chicago that “unfortunately, your bags didn’t get transfered and they are downstairs twirling at the baggage claim.”

Strike two.

Now we’ve been downstairs for 25 minutes watching the baggage claim and have seen the same suitcases come round 10 times. M is about to explode and we still have to go through security again to catch our connection at 7 a.m. Looks like our suitcases were transferred to Indiana? Who knows? Guess we’ll have to wait and find out.

Strike three.

Fail United. Super, huge fail.

I hate you.

xoxo,
Jenn

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