Hold on. Slow down. Let’s take a breath and blog.
Our schedule this week is about to give me a nervous breakdown, y’all. Tonight Sharaun dragged me to the So You Think You Can Dance live show. Let me tell you, that’s four hours of my life (counting transit to and from) that I’ll never get back. Tomorrow I’ve got Keaton as Sharaun’s at volleyball. Wednesday night we’re doing a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving-style meal with a big group of friends from church. Thursday night we’re doing a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving-style meal with a big group of friends from not-church. Friday night we’ll have to pack for the sunrise flight to Florida the next day.
Oh, and the flooring guys will be here tearing the place up the whole time.
Meanwhile, I think we’ve found the only possible solution to the Thanksgiving flight problem I mentioned yesterday. Well, not truly a solution, as we still haven’t managed to change our flights – the costs are just too high to do so. But we are able to do same-day standby for free on a slightly earlier itinerary. It’s by no means a guarantee, but it’s about the best we can ask for without auctioning off the farm. We need three seats on each leg, and right now there are nine left. So… maybe it’s more like an outside chance… but it’s what we have. Here’s hoping.
Goodnight.
Also written on this day...
- a mild itch - 2011
- when i was bulletproof - 2006
- hope your ship turns around - 2005
- 300 babies - 2004
- fighting chance - 2003