Sunday, December 05, 2004

A hard day's night.

My day started at 4:30am. I woke up in a bit of a haze, thinking, "nah, it can't really be time to get up?". But it was - and with only 3 hours of restless sleep to get me through. I hauled myself out of bed, started up the coffee, ignored the hungry yowls of Bossa, and got into the shower. Still moving slowly, I fixed myself some coffee and attempted to make myself look reasonable. Scott, still unconscious, managed to sleep through all of this until at 5:15am, I cruelly suggested that he get up and have some coffee so he could drive me to the airport. He's a good sport, and he will be rid of me for a week, so he managed to get vertical and get moving. Only took 20 minutes to get the airport and I was on my way. Easy check in, but drama at the security checkpoint when they made me take my brand new boots off and put them through the xray machine. What is that about? Do I look like a terrorist? I didn't know that the Danes were harboring WMDs. In their boots. I bought myself the latest Vanity Fair to make myself feel better. Then onto the plane, whole row to myself, slept for 2 hours. The only hiccup was getting lectured by the patronizing West Jet stewardess about the timing of my bathroom visit (does she not understand that bathroom emergencies do not care about turbulence?). Whatever. And the plane was freezing (that's how West Jet keeps their fares so low, don't ya know). All in all, an uneventful trip.

Now I am surrounded by my folks and Scout and Coco. Good times. Good food for dinner, good company, what more could a girl want? Well, I'd like my husband to be here, but that wasn't going to happen this trip. Instead, he is home taking care of our kitties and paying the mortgage. And that folks was my day. Tomorrow I will blog about how good it feels to breathe the unpolluted west coast air...if it weren't for Scott, and my job at the xbi, I would never come back.

9 comments:

  1. Aw man, you gotta come back! I NEED TA GET MA DAMN COOKIES!!!!
    (Then you may go back. Heh.)
    I am looking forward to those cookies. I am confident they will be very yummy.
    (Homer-voice) MMMMM. Snowflake shaped cookies...

    I will not travel West Jet after reading your story. A sista thinks anything below 15 degrees is cold. Ack. Thanks for the tip!

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  2. Lol - I am making even more cookies while I am here! My cut is 50%, so you will surely benefit. Gingerbread bears, pizelles, and whatever else we get to!

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  3. Anonymous8:06 AM

    I never flown WestJet, so now I'll remember to bring a parka :D.

    Sunny

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  4. So, the Fickle Feline's out West? Hope this means more blogs. And tell your lazy soulmate to post in his blog.

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  5. Anonymous9:32 AM

    Oh, and about Scott not giving you the Ipod mini as a congrats gift, here's why:

    (taken from an Indian cartoon)

    Wife: Before marriage you used to give me so many gifts. why don't you give me any now?

    Husband: Have you ever heard of a fisherman throwing bait even after catching the fish?

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  6. Anonymous9:46 AM

    ^ oops, that was me

    :D

    Sunny123

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  7. Sunny... that was hilarious!

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  8. Actually, he said it because I need to be running Windows 2000 on my computer, and I am still running 98 (what I really need is a new computer, not an Ipot).

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  9. A wha de ass! WINDOWS 98??
    Sister, sister, sister... you need some XP in your life, yo!!!

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