There and Back and There and Back
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
I'm still supremely jazzed about my wonderful trip down to Salem to give a workshop for Mid-Willamette Valley Romance Writers. I rode the Cascades train to Portland and bused to Salem. The chapter put me up in the fabulous Phoenix Grand Hotel and organized a gathering to remember complete with beautiful table decorations, beautiful author raffle baskets and delicious goodies. Those romance writers know to make a girl feel special. Many thanks to Genene Valleau, outgoing president of the chapter and all the other members.
There and Back, There and Back--Yoy!
The DH traveled out today for San Francisco. I took him to the airport. As usual, there were many last minute things to take care of prior to our 11:00 a.m. departure. Always, as we're about to walk out the door, the Airedale throws a snit, insisting upon coming with us. Didn't have the time. Off we dashed, drove like hell, got to SEATAC in about twenty minutes. We got out of the car and I opened the back to take the DH's bags out like a good wifey. No bags. He opened the side door. No bags. We instantly determined his bags were back home with the Airedale snarking hohos about our leaving them behind.
Jumped in the car. Drove like hell back home. Got the bags. The Airedale didn't bother to try to barge out the door as we left, again. She just smirked. We flew low to the airport and got there about fifteen minutes later. After I came home, again, the DH called to say he'd fit some sort of profile and practically had to disrobe going through airport security. Actually, when he's tense, he looks like Lenin, very stern and authoritarian. I sure wouldn't want to have to ask him, if I didn't know him, to take off his shoes and hand over his wallet for inspection. But the security folk apparently have no such compunction. No one ever said such folk were good judges of character or intention or . . . well, insert your own observations based on your airport security experiences. ARGH!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
I'm still supremely jazzed about my wonderful trip down to Salem to give a workshop for Mid-Willamette Valley Romance Writers. I rode the Cascades train to Portland and bused to Salem. The chapter put me up in the fabulous Phoenix Grand Hotel and organized a gathering to remember complete with beautiful table decorations, beautiful author raffle baskets and delicious goodies. Those romance writers know to make a girl feel special. Many thanks to Genene Valleau, outgoing president of the chapter and all the other members.
There and Back, There and Back--Yoy!
The DH traveled out today for San Francisco. I took him to the airport. As usual, there were many last minute things to take care of prior to our 11:00 a.m. departure. Always, as we're about to walk out the door, the Airedale throws a snit, insisting upon coming with us. Didn't have the time. Off we dashed, drove like hell, got to SEATAC in about twenty minutes. We got out of the car and I opened the back to take the DH's bags out like a good wifey. No bags. He opened the side door. No bags. We instantly determined his bags were back home with the Airedale snarking hohos about our leaving them behind.
Jumped in the car. Drove like hell back home. Got the bags. The Airedale didn't bother to try to barge out the door as we left, again. She just smirked. We flew low to the airport and got there about fifteen minutes later. After I came home, again, the DH called to say he'd fit some sort of profile and practically had to disrobe going through airport security. Actually, when he's tense, he looks like Lenin, very stern and authoritarian. I sure wouldn't want to have to ask him, if I didn't know him, to take off his shoes and hand over his wallet for inspection. But the security folk apparently have no such compunction. No one ever said such folk were good judges of character or intention or . . . well, insert your own observations based on your airport security experiences. ARGH!
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 5:00 PM
