Well, I have. At this moment she is asleep in my "guest room." (Read as my son's room that he has been displaced from.)
Last night I drove to the local airport to meet Miruspeg whose flight was to land at 9:30 p.m. The entire morning and two days prior were spent prepping my house for her arrival. Yes, if I were a regular housekeeping person, I wouldn't have to do that much. So sue me for being a carefree spirit. At least that is what I will continue to tell me self. But I digress. So I dressed my son in jammies so we wouldn't have to worry about it when we got back and hopped in the car in my usual down to the minute manner, stopped for gasoline and winded my way to the airport. We arrived at exactly 9:30 p.m., and I was only slightly worried that Peg would be waiting at the baggage carousel for me. This is, after all, Small Town USA Airport. The people who take the tickets are often the same people who help bring in the planes. Tonight was no different.
This time, however, after a crowd of people descended the escalator, I noticed it was absent one Aussie. I wandered over to the ticket counter in hopes that a clerk would be there, but no such luck. Now, I began to get a little concerned. There was another man waiting for a woman he had never met that was supposed to be on the same flight. It got my mind to spinning. Who was this woman? Why did he not know what she looked like exactly? He was from over an hour away. What would he do if she didn't come soon? Would his car get towed from the tow away zone, or would he heed my advice and park the car? It's only a dollar for goodness sake!
Meanwhile, my son is jumping all over the airport, looking at the wall of water, going to the restroom, rolling his cars on the floor, wondering when Peg was to be here. I had no answer and apparently no one else did until I found two men dressed in airport work clothes. When I inquired, they said that her flight had been delayed and would be here shortly.
Surely enough, ten minutes later, I saw a new crowd of people coming down the escalator. This time we were not disappointed. This crowd contained my dear bloggy friend.
It has taken two years, but she is here and I can't wait to see what trouble the two of us can get into.