At the airport

I tried and tried to get to sleep last night and about 12:30 I finally drifted off. I had to wake up at 3:30 this morning. I’m tired.

After a wrong turn to the airport we finally arrived. A kiss and a hug to John and I was on my way. Only to find out that my duffel bag (a bag that I took to Belize before) was too long. The agent proceed to explain to me the length and width, and very slowly (or so it seemed), to measure every inch of it. When it all came down to it he said, “I’ll let it slide.”

After going through security without being “red flagged” (PTL), I sat at my gate next to a girl slathering lotion on her feet. Strange. We’re boarding now.

2 thoughts on “At the airport

  1. Angela A.

    We are praying for you.

  2. Leah

    LOL, I hope the lotion at least smelled good.
    Praise the Lord, the bag got through.

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