Home Sweet Home

Hear that collective sigh of contentment mixed with exhaustion? It's coming from our house. We're just back from a great week in the frozen Southwest. (Sorry, Mom and Dad, but it was cold!)

So, I've never flown Southwest Airlines before. Have you?

I had heard stories about the flight attendants though. As in, how funny they are. How laid back they are. What a different flying experience Southwest is from other airlines.

Last night we arrived in Chicago on Southwest after a wonderful Christmas celebration with my family. As we landed, the flight attendant, who happened to be a middle-aged man with gray hair (I'm not sure why I'm mentioning that except that I've never seen a middle aged male flight attendant with gray hair), made several funny announcements. Basically, "Don't get up yet, we aren't at the gate. Sit down until I tell you to get up."

But as we were taxiing to the gate, he made one last announcement. He said, "We had a very special guest flying with us today. Today is his birthday. He's 99 years old today. And this is also his first flight ever."

Everyone on the plane clapped and cheered. We all wanted to see who this person was. Pat him on the back . . . carefully . . . and wish him happy birthday.

Then he said . . . wait for it . . . "Be sure to greet our pilot on your way off the plane."

Ba dum, dum.

He got me. He really got me.

Anyway, we're home. I have to say, we had such a GREAT time with family and I love love LOVE that we get to see each other at Christmas every year, but it was sure good to get home. Know what I mean?

Chicago got a good bit of snow while we were gone, so it was fun to drive through town, looking at the houses blanketed in white, still shining with Christmas lights. So beautiful. Our whole town looks like Christmas.

The Wonder Dog did just fine with her wonderful friend, Rob. We're so happy to have Rob in our lives--he comes to our house to take care of Thunder while we're out of town, so our dog stays home where she's comfortable and safe and she can look out of her window all day.



But she gets a little LOT lonely.

When we get home she goes a little crazy for a while, running all over the house, licking us like crazy. Thunder never does anything halfway. She's all lab. Bless her heart.

I have lots to tell you this week, and I'll get to it soon, but for now the laundry awaits. Ta!