Trapped @ BWI
So... My best friend is joining the Catholic Faith this weekend. And has requested the presence of the Fees in Cincinnati.
The cute one and I planned an early morning getaway via Southwest. That was before fate stepped in....
First I realized (too late) that I had not faxed my time ticket in down @ the office (50 miles away). So, an 8am flight means I need to go down and file the time ticket BEFORE the morning... Which lead me to the building I work in @ 2am this morning.
Then the entrance card was not working. Security says..."I'll need to check you out". Little did I know that meant call one of my BOSSES @ 2AM! That will be fun to discuss on Monday.
So I get back home at 4am. Ready to go to Cincy.... Land of White Castles, Skyline Chili and Little Kings .... City of my Birth and My First Kiss. And now our youngest is sick.
Bessie is a 13lb Terrier-Chihuahua mix with a WHOLE lot of attitude. This little pistol would eat her food AND all of her brothers' if given the chance. But right now she's not eating, not drinking, not even barking. Just sitting very still and shaking. (There are additional symptoms... But they won't add to the story ... Just bother you if you are a wee bit faint of heart).
So, looks like we are going to need a vet, and quick. Which means the cute one gets on the horn and pushes back our flight, while I grab a quick shower and huddle next to Bessie attempting some sort of comfort or another.
And all the while my garment bag hangs open in the Family Room, glaring @ me.
----The Fee Saga Continues on the next post------
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The cute one and I planned an early morning getaway via Southwest. That was before fate stepped in....
First I realized (too late) that I had not faxed my time ticket in down @ the office (50 miles away). So, an 8am flight means I need to go down and file the time ticket BEFORE the morning... Which lead me to the building I work in @ 2am this morning.
Then the entrance card was not working. Security says..."I'll need to check you out". Little did I know that meant call one of my BOSSES @ 2AM! That will be fun to discuss on Monday.
So I get back home at 4am. Ready to go to Cincy.... Land of White Castles, Skyline Chili and Little Kings .... City of my Birth and My First Kiss. And now our youngest is sick.
Bessie is a 13lb Terrier-Chihuahua mix with a WHOLE lot of attitude. This little pistol would eat her food AND all of her brothers' if given the chance. But right now she's not eating, not drinking, not even barking. Just sitting very still and shaking. (There are additional symptoms... But they won't add to the story ... Just bother you if you are a wee bit faint of heart).
So, looks like we are going to need a vet, and quick. Which means the cute one gets on the horn and pushes back our flight, while I grab a quick shower and huddle next to Bessie attempting some sort of comfort or another.
And all the while my garment bag hangs open in the Family Room, glaring @ me.
----The Fee Saga Continues on the next post------
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Sent wirelessly via My BlackBerry