We got home from Utah last night. Make that this morning… at 1:00AM. We skied 4 days straight, changed in the car, ate dinner at the airport and waited.
The flight was oversold and late.
We ended up in the VERY last row. You know the one where the seats don’t decline? That one. Oh and on this plane, it was also the row with NO windows. None. Zilch. Nada. No view of the outside world. With my neck as stiff as iron from that nasty wipeout I took, it was pure joy.
And then there was the part about the screaming baby.
But these boys? They rested. They slept right on my sweaty lap on top of that pile of blanket the entire way.
Clearly, I did not.
So this morning when my alarm went off, all bets were off. Scott so generously offered to email our …