Soulmate and I tried to fly to Houston last night to start my brother's 50th birthday celebration a few days early, but we never made it out of the airport because the puddle-jumper to MSP was too late to get us to the last flight out to Houston. So, we went to Barnes & Noble for the first time in ages where Soulmate bought a pile of books and I bought one.
We got out of town at noon today, caught a flight to Houston, took a cab to my brother's house, and finally showed up at my nephew's baseball game just in time to surprise the socks off of my brother. The whole hassle-filled trip was worth the belly-laugh we got watching him pick his jaw up off the ground. Then we visited my Mom in the nursing home for a while. She's always pumped when I show up. Moms are really good for the old self-image.
The guy flight attendant on our flight scored a direct hit with his knee on my left elbow just before we landed, so my arm is a little achy tonight. I don't think he screwed anything up, but he didn't do me any favors either. Then he acted like he didn't notice, and pretended to be all busy and important. I felt like tripping him on his next pass, but decided against it. Besides, he never showed his face again. I'm over it now.