Seriously.
I can't even write about what's going on, or I'll break down and do the ugly cry, complete with snot and everything.
And since I'm at the airport I'd lie to refrain from that.
Just pray, Peeps. Please.
For everything to work out quickly and smoothly.
And that I don't go postal on the airline that I swear, as God is my witness, I will NEVER, EVER fly again. Not me, nor any of my kin. As God is my witness.
And now I have to go find Mammy. My waist needs cinching and I need a mint julep. A double. Maybe a triple.
Straight.
3 comments:
prayers that what ever is going on works out quickly. I like the sound tho of that triple mint julep!!!! well, not that I've ever had a mint julep, but a triple anything sounds pretty good right about now!
Let me guess... American??
I sure hope that it doesn't involve anyones health. I also hope it doesn't mess with your Mom's surprise to see Barbra! We fly at Christmas to see in-laws. Not looking forward to it! The flying part, that is! Take care!
Mollie
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