- Text message from my daughter (Business Trip Day 1)
I’m starving and dad said he was guna cook ham mac and cheese and green beans and he didn’t. I just want you to know your children are guna starve this week.
I didn’t even bother to respond.
- As a rule I rarely call to check in while on a business trip. During my entire week-long trip, the only text message I sent to my husband was: “Is Abbey okay? Does she miss me?” (My Golden Retriever). Can you tell we have been married A. LONG.TIME?
- I was waiting at the airport to be picked up. I texted my son and husband: “How much longer?”
My son texted back: “On our way be there in 1,800 seconds. “mental math”
(An example of something I do to them that is really irritating when they do it back to me.)
- I appreciate a good race car driver as much as anyone. However, even I had to admit that I thought the airplane pilot was going to tip the plane over onto one wheel going 50 mph as we taxied into our gate coming into the Minneapolis/St Paul airport. Not that I didn’t enjoy the ride. I am sure that even I could drive a plane on the tarmac once landed. But I doubt anyone would let me. And they couldn’t expect me to be able to back it up.
- I can’t believe they actually felt the need for a sign in the public restroom:
- I know that my mom jeans are too big when I am pulled during the security check for an “abdomen pat down.” “No, I don’t have a bomb on me, my jeans are just too big,” I insisted in my head. Because you never, ever want to mention the word “bomb” out loud in an airport.
