We survived our four-day trip to Phoenix. Next time I want to stay long enough to be able to forget the horrors of the flight out there before we have to get on a plane home, though.
One of the main reasons for this trip was for Andrew to meet My Entire Redneck Family. I have to improperly use caps there because it’s the only way to stress the Entirety and the Redneckedness of My Family. And there are many of us gun-toting, truck-driving motherfuckers. I have four brothers and two sisters and my parents and all my grandparents are, miraculously, still alive so what I’m getting at here is POOR ANDREW. But he survived. The children also survived a total of eleven hours on a plane, BUT IT WAS CLOSE.
After we had checked our luggage, Maya screamed “HE STOLE OUR BAAAAAGS” woefully in the middle of Tampa International Airport and that was sad. One night Andrew and I were out without the kids and as we drove back, we seriously considered bailing to Mexico, but we didn’t, and that was sad too.
Now it is wedding-planning time, so excuse me while I go hyperventilate into a paper bag.