Like, super duh, it was pouring when I got to Seattle. I was feeling so smug that I decided to fly the last leg to my parents town of Bellingham. Normally it takes about 90 minutes to drive but just 24 minutes to fly...
Unless something really sinister like, um, rain happens to the airport. Seriously, rain? It's like the Denver airport going, "oh my god! Snow! Shut down now!" So I was delayed for over 2 hours due to weather complications (in which time I really could have driven here) and just sat there in the Seattle airport. So fun.
But I have arrived and about half of my clothes somehow magically got drenched from the rain while INSIDE my luggage and INSIDE a plane.
The rental car company offered me a complimentary upgrade to a Hyundai Sonota and my reply was of course, "That's not a mini-van is it?"
Tonight I sleep back in my old room, on my old twin bed, surrounded by boxes that complete the "I don't really live here in this storage room" vibe the upstairs of my parents house is decorated in.
Oh, and I am raiding all the photos in the house to put together a little slide show movie for my parents 50th wedding anniversary in a year. Gotta get a jump on these things.