I am tired and cranky. Here, let me tell you why.

This weekend ended up being kind of an exercise in patience. I had to make a last minute trip to Birmingham and of course the flights down and back were respectively four and six hours late.  I was a little upset about being four hours late on Friday because for one thing it meant I missed the family cook-out and it meant my parents had to stay up until 11:30 to come and get me from the airport. Saturday was fine because it involved absolutely no public transportation. And then it was Sunday. The bright spot of the day was breakfast with the family at the Cracker Barrel. My sister-in-law decided she needed pancakes and frankly, we all agreed pancakes sounded like a pretty good idea.  And it's always a good time at the Cracker Barrel.  After pancakes it was time to go back to the airport for my 12:45 flight. Unfortunately, BWI, all the DC airports and I think maybe the Philadelphia airport were having some kind of computer/control tower mishap and were all closed in traffic. For the next five hours. On top of this, there was a humdinger of a thunderstorm in Birmingham which caused the power in the airport to go out for about 45 minutes. Good times, man.  Typically, as soon as I got up to try to track down some dinner, our flight started boarding. The flight was fine which I'm grateful for. I'm not sure if the flight attendant was exhausted or drunk but she gave the funniest/weirdest safety speech I've ever heard. J-Lo was mentioned. Then we landed. But, since the airport had been closed all day, everything was chaos. We had to wait about 30 minutes for a gate to open up so we could deplane. There were roughly 46,709 people trying to find their luggage. I managed to catch the last shuttle back to DC, thank God. Around midnight, I finally rolled into my house and fell into bed. I am basically the only one up front at work today, for which I'm actually rather grateful. It means I don't have to talk to people and if I don't get much work done, no one will care. 

Oh! But on a rather cool note, remember my ridiculously rich cousin? The one who bought that awesome house with the Norman banquet hall in the basement? It was featured in Alabama Heritage Magazine! Check it out! That's where my family has Thanksgiving. Make sure to click on all the pictures. There's a really nice one of the banquet hall. It is so frakking awesome.