Oh boy we had a grand old time at the airport this morning. Apparently when you have a baby, you have to check in at the "regular" counter, not the "kiosk". Never mind that in this case the "regular" counter and the "kiosk" are side by side, and the signs above the "regular" counter said "not open". On top of that we were a little crunched for time. Oh and then the guy at the "Kiosk-now-turned-ad hoc-regular counter" told us we needed to show him LG's birth certificate, immunization records, footprint, eyelash sample, three favorite toys, and a recent home-made iMovie. All to prove that he's under two. SHeeeeesh. How about LOOK AT HIM AND REALIZE HE'S UNDER TWO!! Unless of course he's some kind of alien experiment, in which case he could be anywhere from 3 months to 200 years old. Maybe that's what they were checking for.
To their credit, the Southwest employees were very nice the rest of the way. As we were running to our gate, there was a man halfway there who used his swanky radio to signal the other guys to wait for us, and gave us cups of gatorade...well not really gatorade, or anything at all really, but they were nice.
Traveling is definitely good on a marriage I say. Especially when you're in a hurry. Then it's extra good. : )
Saturday, July 28
Sunday, July 15
Thursday, July 5
Robots in disguise
The apartment is nice. We're kind of outside the city a little surrounded by a bunch of trees, which I like. I have a summer class in research and stats that started this week. I miss N and the baby a lot. She has been sending me pictures every day on the phone to tide me over though. : )
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