Wednesday, December 31
4:45 a.m. came really early. The borrowed dog of my sister-in-law laid between my husband and I. This is a better scenario than last night, going to bed with the dog wrapped around my husbands head while I got the butt end of him...oh no, that was not going to work. Paralyzing my legs, Sandler plopped down, a big sigh, snuggle-snuggle, kick-kick and off to sleep. Doggy slumber.
We are heading to Maine to bring in the New Year with my husband's sister, father and spouses. I inconveniently forgot my ski jacket...luckily there is a Patagonia store in Freeport where we are staying. Hint-Hint...Wink-Wink.... not like I have been eying this coat or anything. :D Serious mistake if my plan falls through, a seriously cold mistake.
I saw the blood drain from my brother-in-laws hands while clutching the arm rests fearing for his life. The high winds slapped against the windows and rocked the plane. His fear of flying is my humor outlet. Sadly, it is like seeing someone fall or trip. Of course, I offer assistance while stifling my giggles. Popping Zanny... like tic tacs hasn't touched his anxiety. I overheard him talking to the couple next to him. When they asked where he was going without a pause he said “the bar” forget Maine, his next stop was to belly up. While he and Jack got reacquainted we tried to enjoy our $72.00 breakfast served on plastic plates. I thought for sure there was a mistake, then I thought about my limited options for payment due to the plastic I was unable to wash the dishes.
Now, my blood stained eyes are fluttering from fatigue as we wait for our second flight. The cold Cleveland winds bluster through the doors as passengers depart. Humm, no winter coat. I am wearing sensible shoes, does that count for anything?
We're here! My sister-in-law just said her belly hurts from laughing and eating too much....
HAPPY NEW YEAR...