In which is the end of the long tale (mercifully)

My dear sleepy husband was waiting in the Airport. My flight was supposed to come in at 11:40pm, but came at 11:55 instead. Then by the time I filed a claim and got out, it was 12:35 am. The lady at the counter was SURE that the suitcases were at Washington and that I hadn't looked well. She was lucky that I was close to being a narcoleptic or I can't tell you what I would have done. Thrown a chair at her maybe.

I am just kidding.

Kind of.

Anyway, I got out and R came out of the car with a bouquet of roses and a lot of my anger melted away at the sight of my man. He got me a card (ridiculously cute one!) and food from Chipotle and then we drove off to home sweet home. When we got there, I opened the garage door to find this:


How sweet is he?

In case you can't read it well, it says: "Home is where the------ is!" The ----- is a pet name he calls me which I do not wish to publish in the blog, so I purposely asked him not to take from the angle.

These are the flowers. They smell great. The picture is not good, it is crowded in with the other stuff, but it was really nice.



So ends my trip odyssey. I do not mind telling you that for all intents and purposes it was nearly the end of me.

Update on the bags: I received one of them, the one with the persishable items, the other one I am still waiting on. At this point, I am thankful for small mercies people! I am especially grateful that I got the one which had the food items.