It Begins

Lord have mercy.  It took two cups of coffee, me, G, and the good Lord Jesus to wrangle Lucy into her carrier this morning.  By the time we got her settled at the vet's my nerves were shot.

This is only about half of her crap.

She and I were both reaching for the alcohol at this point.

Shot, I tell you.

Then we drove to the airport and parked at the far end of the lot.  In the terminal opposite ours.

After hiking three miles, we stood in line for an hour to check in, behind a guy who was on hold with the airline and kept his phone on speaker the entire time.  So that everyone in line could hear the spanish muzak? I dunno.

Then?  Then it was all better.

Now ready to fly the friendly skies and spend a week with my in laws.  God bless us all.