Today, USAir allowed me to sleep in until 5am, two full hours later than normal. My 5:30 flight was cancelled, courtesy of the flight crew that did not show up to the airport. Three times this has happened to me, in less than one week. Last night, a machine called my cellphone at 10pm and actually let me know, so I did not have to show up at the airport at 4:30am and be all pissy.
I had a glorious weekend, just gorgeous weather, and spent lots of time outside with a rake and shovel and garden gloves. And a pitcher of sangria. Will was a happy, dirty, sweaty, sandy kid and ran around both days with the neighborhood kids like a loon, for 12 hours non-stop, before passing out, literally, in my arms both nights. Peter spent a lot of time inside, working on his last fucking MBA paper/project ever, thankyougod. He is so not allowed to go back for a PhD.
I am now in Philly, I got the last seat on the 7:25am, and I just have to vent about the beyotch in seat 9D. I was in 9E and the wench did not want to get her sorry ass up to let me sit down. That's okay, I growled a bit at her and stepped over her and hogged the armrest. Then I fell asleep and I really, truly hope I snored the whole way here.
So, happy Monday! I am in a great mood; I hope you are too. Even the fact that I forgot to put on deoderant at 5:15am this morning, and it's 75 degrees in Philadelphia cannot grump me out.
socializing