You'll never guess. . .
Well, I am, of all places, at Charlie Buck's house right now. HOW? you may well ask, are you at Charlie's house when you're supposed to be halfway to London? WELL. . .you see it's like this. Jeremy and I are driving to the airport. LAX to be exact, and we get lost. We thought it was right off the 101 and in fact it is off the 405. . . so, in rush hour traffic we find our way back and around and over to the airport, wasting about two frustrating hours in the process, and finally making it to the airport 45 minutes before my flight is supposed to leave. It's too late. Bummer, there is another flight that leaves in 3 hours, but the ticketing agent is having a hard time finding my e-ticket. . . she leaves and I wait for ten stressful minutes, then she comes back with the news. . . I don't have a ticket for today, my ticket is actually for TOMMORROW! I'm a whole day early! So I call Jeremy. We talk it through and decide to call Charlie who in turn invites us to visit him at work and stay at his house. . . So here we are. Charlie is at work, we're at his house, and his crazy roomies who I do not know are home watching T.V. and I'm tired. So this journey grew an extra day, and the LA side of it turned into a bit of an adventure, and I am a confirmed airhead who has no business flying halfway around the world. . . thank God He takes care of me anyway. .. Love you guys!-Amy