Delayed. Re Routed. Stuck in back of freezing cold 8 seat puddle jumper.
We only had 2.5 more hours to finally get home. Mr. Little was (is) an angel for the entire trip. I was fine till Detroit where I was in immigration line with 4 people in it for over 2 hours and no one ever moved. It honestly deserves its own tirade of a post- but I get too steamed just thinking of the inhumanity of it all. So please forgive the- "I've fallen apart, down, been run over and I can't get up" look. Men- they have it easy- both of them still all put together.