Feelin' Groovy

First of all, because we waited ½ hr in between buying our outbound tickets, the Friday flights went up $100. So Jen got a Wednesday one. Fine, she would carry another big empty suitcase out to get Melissa. In the mean time I would finish packing, cleaning, buying boxes, calling utilities, and putting the finishing touches on closing this chapter in her life. Fine. She would uphold her end of the bargain and get to surprise the heck out of Melissa, sit by the CA pool, catch a couple of YA rehearsals, and get to hang out with Amy, Betsy, Mary Otha, & Melissa.. Fine.
I just had one simple request. Here, take my camera…take a picture or two and then e-mail them to me. My last words to her were, “Call me, have a safe trip, I’ll be praying for you, and there better be a picture in my in-box when I wake up.”
Oh yeah. I forgot her most convenient luxury of getting dropped at the airport door for her flight. But that’s fine, too. Just make sure to send me some pics.
Was that too much to ask? Obviously, do you see a picture on this post?
After a 3+ hour trip to Midway and back, driving in wind, hail, lightening, thunder, and torrential rain, worrying about her flight in these conditions, finding a parking spot at the apartment, cleaning the fishbowl (how long CAN they go in air?) and fixing my measly dinner, I finally got to Amazing Race ¼ into the show.
But it’s all fine. I’m not really one to hold grudges or be vindictive so I’ll give you fair warning. Jen and Melissa stop reading right now if you don’t want to know that the hippies, BJ and Tyler won the AMAZING RACE.