Pammy, Kevin, the two babies and I left Homer around 4:30ish to drive up to Anchorage. It's about a 4 hour drive, and I needed to be at the airport around 11:00 to catch my midnight flight home to Seattle. No, Jeff and I haven't moved. It's just that for some incomprehensible reason, flights into Anchorage are 1/2 the price from Seattle than from Portland. So on Sunday I took it upon myself to drive up to Seattle to catch my flight.
We stopped a few times along the way to get some dinner and get the toddler out of the car for a while. If you've never traveled with a toddler, it is a very enlightening experience. It's amazing how a car ride can suddenly double in the time it takes to get wherever it is that you were going. Don't get me wrong, Charlotte was amazing. I can't imagine traveling with a crabby baby... yikes.
Anyhoo, we get up to Anchorage and I settle in for my flight home. I'm a little concerned about my drive back since the only opportunity I'll have to sleep that night is on the 3 hour plane ride. Luckily, I fall asleep as we are taking off, and don't wake up until we are on our final approach. So we disembark and I'm looking all around for the exit to parking and digging through my purse to find my parking ticket, all the while calculating and bitching in my head about how dang expensive it is to park at the airport. Needless to say, I find my car no problem, pay, and am on my way home!
I hit about Olympia doing pretty well, I'm still amazingly awake and I'm super pleased with myself how well this all worked out. I'm rocking out to the cds Jeff made me and it's just about when I pass Mt. St. Helens that I realize..... I forgot my checked luggage!! AHH!
Can you believe it?!? I'm such a dork. I FREAK out, and call my mom as I usually do when I'm freaking out like that. And, of course, she cracks up. After my moment of commiseration with her, I call Continental. This is what the lady says after I relate my story: "Oh, don't worry about it, you'd be surprised how often this happens. Usually it's men though, they forget their bags all the time. Women usually just forget their glasses...
After embarrassing me even further she does get my bag on a flight into Portland, and I'm able to pick it up that evening, safe and sound.
I think I'm loosing my mind this year, this is the second big blunder I've made.
Ok, fine, I'll share the first one as well...
Jeff and I are getting ready to spend a wonderful day together, since we hardly ever have shared days off. We make all these plans, and are getting ready to leave the house. Since it always takes Jeff FOREVER to put his shoes on :), I think "I'll just go start the car". Next thing I realize, I've driven out of our neighborhood... without him!! I just start cracking up, and turn around to head home. When I pull up to the house there is Jeff, just standing on the steps looking completely confused. I'm still laughing when he gets in the car, and just can't stop. Poor guy just looks at me and says "I was just thinking what it was I did to make you so mad...". It takes him a few hours to recover from the shock, and yes, I'm still laughing.
So there it is. If you ever though I was a smart cookie, think again... doesn't get much stupider than that.... :)
