It’s almost 8:00 a.m., and half my family is still missing. But Jake is here!
Jake counts!!
My son called last night asking me “how many days, Ma?”
Today, it’s 19! I may have to drive to the airport and part in the economy long-term parking, as I can’t find anyone who is willing to get up at oh-dark-thirty to get me to the airport by 4:00 AM so I can spend an hour waiting to get groped.
Wouldn’t it be nice if McCarran and Little Rock both fired TSA? We’ll see more firings between now and Christmas, I’m sure.