The only down side is that whenever I have more than everyone else I'm sitting on a plane.
It's kind of a cruel twist of fate now that I think about it.
What about all those nights I spent trying to grade research papers before my class? Now that would have been a great time for time to stand still.
Or all those times in high school when I was making out with my boyfriends right before curfew.
Life is so ironic sometimes.
Ironically, yesterday was one the most ironic days ever.
If I were Alanis Morrisette I would write a song about my flight home.
So I was at the SLC airport with my twins waiting for our flight to Denver. Two hours it was delayed, which was great for me because I got to maximize the free airport wi-fi and communicate with the universe at the same time.
But I also had more time to stew in the anxiety of having a 14 year old daughter who was going to be flying as an unaccompanied minor from Los Angeles to San Francisco and then then on to Honolulu.
Long boring story short, our fam had to split up for our flights back to Hawaii due to frequent flyer availability. My daughter's story is more complicated because she hasn't been home since we left for New York so her ticket was a super cheap web of multi-destination connections.
By the time my twins and I arrived in Denver our connecting flight to Honolulu was long gone.
Bummer? Helk no! Getting to spend more time in an airport without my hub is always a partay! Especially if you think to yourself "Hmmm, my hub is not here, I think I'll blow a hundred bucks today on caramel peacan apples and house magazines."
My twins and I entertained ourselves by doing relay races and then the moonwalk on the escalator walkways.
And I bought a the book, Julie and Julia, which is first official food porn book I've ever read. Mariko might love it, but I'm a bit of a prude when it comes to making omelettes.
But the ironic part of the day was the serendipitous rebooking of our flight. All I did was pick up the phone and United had already rebooked us on a flight to Los Angeles and then San Francisco and then Honolulu . . .
WITH MY DAUGHTER!
Do you think Murphy has a crush on me, or what?
Sure I had to make 3 extra stops and spend 7 extra hours en route, but it was WITH MY DAUGHTER!!!
So I'm back in Hawaii now!
HI MARTHA! Can you hear my hub snoring from your bedroom window? Is it making your brain twitch?
I gots to go make some powdered milk for our stale cereal, but I just wanted to thank you all for you comments yesterday. I really needed them because I had four extra hours to bust my brain trying to remember what the universe doesn't want me to forget.
Remember the Alamo? Remember the Titans? Remember the Holocaust?
Remember who you are and what you stand for?
Maybe I just need to remember what my sis-in-law kept saying: "Oh Crash, it all boils down to the "F" word . . . (awkward pause and coy smile) . . you just gotta have FAITH!"
Silly goose Utards, always trying to push the envelope.
Maybe I just need to remember that no matter where I go and no matter how much time it takes me to get there or how many stops I have to make, sometimes MORE is less and LESS is more . . . more or less . . . especially when I'm with my daughter.
Does that make sense?