She made it here!
By no help from me I might add.
At one point, I thought I was at the airport on the wrong day.
I didn't know the flight #. I thought I did - but when I asked someone at the airport - I was told there was no such flight.
And then it dawned on me that I'm such a goofball.
I mean - who comes to the airport with no information other than 'I think it's flight 9192 on United'.
With absolutely no way to get ahold of her I might add.
It was the makings of a long night.
Can I just talk about me for a sec?
I had the no glare put on them, but then they always had this pinky purple cast to them - so I had them take it off - and now I lose my eyeballs in photos.
I got a coffee and decided to wait it out. It's what you do at midnight at O'Hare International Airport.
Me at midnight is not good.
Me at midnight is deer in headlights, and 'you will be lucky to get home alive'.
Amazingly, we found her - and in fact - Aaron got so excited that he ran into a 'DO NOT ENTER' zone and I seriously thought they were going to take him to the ground.
I know we can send a man to the moon - but it STILL amazes me how we can fly around the globe.
Fiona - from New Zealand is sleeping up in my bed right now.
On the way to the airport - Aaron and I thought it would be funny to pull in the driveway of this completely abandoned, ramshackle home - and pretend it was my house. I told him we had to totally go through with it - and actually start getting out of the car.
It was funny - but because it was so pitch black out - the joke was rather lost since she couldn't really see the house - and then I busted out laughing -
We got to bed at 4am.
I'm trying to figure out how long I need to let her sleep to be polite.
I'm thinking she's just about had enough.
I'm thinking it's time to roll the film and open the bedroom door.....