Queen of Rambles

Piss on it. He has such lovely expressions.

Guess who’s not going to Oregon tomorrow.

I’m sure there are many, many, many people who have no intention of going to Oregon tomorrow so if you guessed Britney Spears, George W. Bush, Jennifer Aniston or Bill Cosby you are most likely correct. If you guessed Carrie P. and MisterE you are also correct.

Bah humbug!

After the fiasco with my mom’s cancelled flight, Mike thought he better check expedia to make sure my flight was still a go. It wasn’t. We checked the airlines website to make sure and it was definitely cancelled. I called expedia to see what the deal was and the customer service person was less than helpful. “What do you mean the flight is cancelled? The flight isn’t cancelled. Nothing in our computer says it’s cancelled.” Funny, since we learned about the cancellation through their website.

I called American and the flight was cancelled. The guy was about as helpful as a moldy dishrag and didn’t seem to understand that I wanted to be re-booked ASAP. He had no ability to think outside the box and no solutions for the problem of overly booked flights. I asked him if I could fly out of Dulles instead, so FINALLY we were able to make a plan.

I’m flying out Sunday instead of tomorrow and it is actually all going to work out better. I’ll get to spend a stress free Saturday with Mikey-boy (I’m already packed. Amazing!) and then sleep in before taking off Sunday. The original plan called for a 4 am wake-up call. Four am is not my best hour.

Of course, the problem is that it takes away my whole weekend with my family. I’m sure I won’t see this as a problem by next Friday, but at the moment I am perturbed at the way this was handled by expedia. Did you know they don’t send out e-mails to tell you about flight cancellations? How rude.

I was going to tell you about an extremely snotty cheerleader and a really sweet gangsta, but MisterE is screaming so loudly that I can’t concentrate. That kid is on my LAST nerve today. He’s done nothing but fuss and whine and scream all day. I feel bad for him because he must be having some teething pain, but my brain is completely frazzled.

Last, but not least, my eye is significantly improved. Hip-hip-hooray!

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