I like when I travel and have no good stories to tell. That means I got from point A through points B, C and to D without any delays, annoying passengers or other mishap. I left San Antonio at 8am and arrived in Boston at 5:15pm. The only interesting things that I noticed was this woman who spent no less than an hour in an airport bathroom doing her makeup. I didn't stare at her, but I went into the bathroom about half way through my 3 hour lay over, and she was there putting on her face. When I went in just before we boarded, she was just cleaning up. My theory is that she was completely changing her identity and look before leaving the airport. It is probably just as well I didn't stare at her, she might have decided I was able to identify her and I might not have gotten home.
Then there was the flight attendant who, while walking by with the bag to collect garbage, was saying it like the word ended in SHHHHH: Garbasssssssshhhhh, garbashhhhhhh. I thought I was imagining it, but she did it both times she went by. Strange.
And finally, if you think about it, only one thing distinguishes a crazy person ranting to no one in particular on a street corner and the guy who was walking around at my gate in Detroit, growling about who was in charge: a blue tooth headset.
Cooper seems to have grown taller and developed more verbal skills in the 5 days I was gone. He was very happy to see me, and then when I told him I had brought him stuff, he immediately needed to "help" me get the stuff out of my suitcase. I brought him a little sombrero, which he refuses to wear, and a little raccoon skin hat which he also refuses to wear. Score!
So I am back to my life. Tomorrow is back to work. Whee.