Yup, we are still at the airport

Waiting, waiting, waiting. At least the airlines gave us vouchers for dinner. That was nice. Free food is good, but I'd rather just have left the airport on time. Now our flight has been bumped back to 10:30pm. So yeah, if you do the math, well, I'll be nice and do it for you...that is 5 hours later. At least I have a hot guy to sit next to while I am waiting. I suppose I'll have to make him get up when Steve gets back from the bathroom. Heh. I'm cracking myself up.

Let's not get started on how I stupidly chose to wear "cute" shoes today. Steve tracked me down some band-aids to cover my adorable blisters. Seriously, sometimes I just need to be hit upside the head. I was so smart, I even packed my comfortable shoes in the bag I checked.

Ok, so how many parents are going to let their kids play on the moving walkway? Hmm? Seriously, they could get hurt. Earlier some couple was letting their kids play on it for about 20 minutes while they were waiting for their flight, running in the WRONG DIRECTION. It just bugs me when parents do the whole, "Well, at least they aren't bugging me." No, but I am sure there were people that wanted to use the moving walkway but couldn't because some child was "having fun" walking in the wrong direction. Add to that that they could've been seriously hurt. Oh wait, just had a responsible parent go by, making sure the kid was behaving on the thing. Maybe the whole world isn't lacking good sense and manners, eh? Perhaps there is hope!

I'm just a little cranky, can you tell? I think I need to go find some chocolate or ice cream, or chocolate and ice cream. I know I'll feel better once I get on the plane and know I'm on my way to London.