Have You Seen This Woman?
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 ti...