Vacation begins.....

With a snort of laughter.....

So we are sitting at the airport (yes we're a ton early for our flight but after a past snafu with coming thisclose to our checked bags not making the flight, we now arrive a ton early, and I'm chuckling to myself at the - shall we say - auspicious beginning to our vacation. Dad came down to drop off my cedar chest and take us to the airport. We left behind a clean apt (always very satisfying) and loaded up the van with I'm sure, more clothes and makeup than I'll actually need, golf clubs etc. When we arrived at the airport, DH (dear husband - easier to type so I'm using it from now on since he doesn't let me type out his name), slipped me his wallet so I could give Dad gas money. I hugged Dad goodbye and stuck the $20 in his pocket. He pulls it out and starts arguing with me. He's trotting after me having a cow b/c he can't put it in my luggage b/c the baggage guys will steal it. So instead of just taking it, like a normal person (no Dad, you're not normal no matter how many times you say it), he stuffs it down the front of my top and runs away.

So I'm no longer giving my Dad money for anything. From now on any money delivered goes to mom. B/c she does not stuff it in my bra as I walk into the airport....... And that is without a doubt the oddest story of airport drop-off history! :-)