We got up this morning at 2:45 to catch a 6:35 plane. When we arrived we were told the airport would crowded and it would take us hours to get through securities. T2 didn't quite believe them, but after the close call on the way out we agreed to catch the 3:15 shuttle. It was pretty uneventful, we got down to the lobby at 3:03, and the shuttle showed up at 3:03. I was left wondering if they would have waited 15 minutes for us?
We got to the airport and of course the security wasn't open. When it did open at 4:00 we were through by 4:05 and had two hours to kill for our flight. Even the coffee shops weren't open yet, but T2 was in line at the coffee shop precisely at 4:30 when it opened. She lovingly bought me a chai tea, that I could smell the sugar before even taking a sip. No tea for me, but she said it was really good, tasted like apple cider. I will have to try that next time I am in New Orleans.
Having slept a whole 3 hours before getting up, I was pretty sleepy and couldn't wait to board the plane. I fell asleep the minute I sat down and missed the yummy muffin they tried to push on me, but T2 kept them away, so I did not wake up to the yummy muffin smell.
The next flight was just as uneventful, I slept for half that flight as well, so now I am about up to the normal amount of sleep. I hope I can sleep tonight. Ah Well
So getting home is always nice, but when I walked in the downstairs door I was assailed by the smell of skunk. Still going strong still burning my eyes. Confused why it still stunk I went and greeted the little dog only to find that she was still coated in skunk spray. And she has had the run of the house. Needless to say we and our clothes and our linen are very skunky smelling. Unfortunately, the poor dear is going to be regulated to the garage until I get skunk cleaner.
And today at 3 pm I was at Ocean Beach playing ball with my beloved Shepherd. I was grumpy, but I knew she needed some exercise, so I screamed and yelled at her while she pretended I didn't exist. For a bit she thought life is grand.
But it is strange in a 12 hour period travel 2,000 miles and be home to take your dog for a walk. The world is becoming a much smaller place indeed.
We got to the airport and of course the security wasn't open. When it did open at 4:00 we were through by 4:05 and had two hours to kill for our flight. Even the coffee shops weren't open yet, but T2 was in line at the coffee shop precisely at 4:30 when it opened. She lovingly bought me a chai tea, that I could smell the sugar before even taking a sip. No tea for me, but she said it was really good, tasted like apple cider. I will have to try that next time I am in New Orleans.
Having slept a whole 3 hours before getting up, I was pretty sleepy and couldn't wait to board the plane. I fell asleep the minute I sat down and missed the yummy muffin they tried to push on me, but T2 kept them away, so I did not wake up to the yummy muffin smell.
The next flight was just as uneventful, I slept for half that flight as well, so now I am about up to the normal amount of sleep. I hope I can sleep tonight. Ah Well
So getting home is always nice, but when I walked in the downstairs door I was assailed by the smell of skunk. Still going strong still burning my eyes. Confused why it still stunk I went and greeted the little dog only to find that she was still coated in skunk spray. And she has had the run of the house. Needless to say we and our clothes and our linen are very skunky smelling. Unfortunately, the poor dear is going to be regulated to the garage until I get skunk cleaner.
And today at 3 pm I was at Ocean Beach playing ball with my beloved Shepherd. I was grumpy, but I knew she needed some exercise, so I screamed and yelled at her while she pretended I didn't exist. For a bit she thought life is grand.
But it is strange in a 12 hour period travel 2,000 miles and be home to take your dog for a walk. The world is becoming a much smaller place indeed.
T3 has an awesome sense of smell which is a blessing and a curse. I did use skunk off on the yellow dog & the smell is way less than it was Saturday AM. Having had multiple dogs skunked, I fear T3 has forgotten how long it takes to go away. The little (38 pound) yellow dog doesn't smell that bad - I feel sorry for her. I also admire T3's tenacity and will power. If I had gone to the City of Food & Drink & Entertainment, I would have succumbed to a whole lot more than a muffin - ummmmmmm! I need a drink.
ReplyDeleteI hope I don't have to find a different seat tonight ;)
ReplyDeleteSkunk smell is the worst. Glad the travel home wasn't too stressful.
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