April 2, 2011
Going on 24 hours awake. My checked bag did not make the last flight.
Grrrrrrrrr.
M, having had this happen to him multiple times, and being a man who does not require make-up, lotions or potions to function, is not feeling my pain.
March 30, 2011
Oh, the French. The French!
March 28, 2011
Sitting in a huge, cushy seat on a giant airplane. Got my pillow, a blankie, my iPhone, my Kindle, a wallet full of Euros, and M’s Bose noise-canceling earphones. And considerably less stress. Am finally beginning to enjoy this.
More from the other side of the pond, when I get a chance. I hit the ground running over there, so who knows when I’ll have a chance to check in.
Au revoir!
March 28, 2011
I usually don’t read too much into things, but sitting at my gate this morning, waiting for my flight, this was my view. Uh oh.
So far:
Flight delayed.
Got here early to sit on a concall from hell. That it turns out I wasn’t really needed for.
Restaurant forgot to put the chicken on my salad, and I didn’t notice until I was finished eating. (Free salad!)
Realized that while I remembered my nighty-night pills, I packed them in my checked bag. Lotta good they’ll do me there! (My company has now grossly overpaid for a small pack of Tylenol PM, but I figure we’re square as I saved them an $11 salad.)
Well, the good news is my plane just arrived, and I have a new bag of peanut m&m’s in my purse. Yay!
Next stop: Atlanta.
March 27, 2011
Sunday afternoon. NCAA games. Hanging out with the family. Doing some laundry. Debating what to do about dinner. Slowly freaking out in my head about flying to France tomorrow.