A Comedy Of Travel Errors

This was my last wave in with my brother Keith before I headed to the aeropuerto Friday afternoon to begin my three day trek home:

ZIH and a total of six delays and a hollow promise that I would "indeed" make my connection→HOU missed connection, surprise, surprise, a dead Blackberry and an hour long line to get on standby for the following afternoon, and twenty minutes on the hard, cold airport floor charging my cell so I could call Babe and get a ressie for the night→Houston Sheraton←back to HOU Saturday morn for standby flight which I get ten minutes prior to takeoff, yeaaa→BWI bouncy landing on a snow covered runway and iwishihadanickelfor every person that took one look at my gold Bonanno's and said, "I hope you have some other shoes dear"→skidding Shuttle ride to my car parked at the Sheraton parking lot←back inside to the Sheraton to toast my exposed piggy's by the fire while I call Babe to make me another ressie cuz, there ain't no way I'm getting stranded like Laura Ingalls on the side of the road in this blizzard and found frozen to death in my pale pink summer weight khaki's, gold sandals and peeling nose↑upstairs for room service and Miss America→back into three day old summer clothes and a three hour, sometimes harrowing, car ride and I was finally ♫home again, ♫home again, ♪jiggity jig♪...

Kindness of Babe for orchestrating my hotel ressies while juggling two phones for many hours with simultaneous calls to Continental and Orbitz. Sorry we only had a few hours together Babe before you→NYC...XXOO