Vacation Part 2 - A Bottle of Jack and a Fro

So now we’ve gotten the bags and ourselves to the airport.

And we were all kinds of delayed. We changed flights like 3 times and landed in Dallas for our connection to Colorado Springs at the same time the connection was supposed to be leaving. So we ran.

That probably wouldn’t have been a problem for most people, but I’m not particularly athletically inclined, and Bean has trouble regular walking. So we hurt and couldn’t breathe.

Fortunately, they served alcohol on that flight.

I felt much better after I got a bottle of Jack Daniels in me.

Then we got to Colorado, but our bags did not.

I’m not really a materialistic person, but I NEEDED the contents of those bags.

For starters, I had no toiletries or underwear. Obviously, I could borrow soap & shampoo and stuff from Mom Bean, but no underwear meant no shower. Yuck. Plus, my Chi (straightening iron for those of you with straight hair) was in the bags, and my hair fros if I don’t straighten it (and I mean as in “really fros”, not just “doesn’t look exactly perfect”). So, no hair washing.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a little insane about personal hygeine?? I'm that girl standing in the women's restroom singing the ABCs while I soap my hands and using a paper towel to turn off the faucet and open the door. I shower everyday without fail - sometimes twice a day. I shave my legs and my pits everyday and I feel disgusting if I don't. I cannot sleep dirty.

But even though my lack of a shower was VERY upsetting, probably the worst thing of all – the necklace that Bean bought me was in the bags. I love that necklace, it may be my most prized possession. I was not pleased.

We went to Walmart the next morning for underwear and toiletries. And I plotted the demise of the baggage people if my necklace and Chi were not returned to me.

They finally found our bags that evening and brought them over and all was well, except that I’d used one of Mom Bean’s extra razors(new - I'm WAY too anal for a borrowed and used razor), and I don’t know how that woman uses those – I felt like I had not only taken the hair off my legs, but the skin as well.

Needless to say – on the way home I crammed ALL the important things into the carryons. I wasn’t risking my crap again.