Bon Voyage

Wait, that's French. Vaarwel. There, that's better.

Susie just left to go back to Houston. It's actually funny, because I thought I heard thunder, so I jumped outta bed before they left and asked if they looked up the flight status. Chris said no, same I came and sat down here (with my wannabe Starbucks coffee), and pulled up Schipol airport. It said no Continental flights were leaving today. Hmm.

Then I went to fly2houston.com to see. Same thing. No flights match my description. Why? THE STUPID TIME DIFFERENCE.

It's, what, 11:45pm over there, 6:45am here, so it's a different day, so when I looked up the flight info, I shouldve put "Flights arriving tomorrow" in Houston. That's one of the worst plane rides.....home. It's a 10 hour flight, you leave here at 10am and get there at 1pm, so you're following the sun the whole way, even though it'll be near bedtime when she arrives. It's a blustery 55 degrees here. I'm sure she'll be landing in 90 degree weather. Good ol Texas. How I miss thee and your warm weather, but I'll just keep dressing in layers for now.

Shout out to Susie for everything she's helped us with during the move, and up until now. Thank you so much! Without your help, I'd probably be institutionalized...lol.


Today will prove to be a rather busy day. Chris is dropping Susie off at the airport right now, then has a meeting at work, then we have apoointments to look at houses, possibly a meeting with a preschool, and most likely a duo of grouchy toddlers (Dylan is almost 1! Can you BELIEVE it?! ) Should be fun (sarcasm).