Notes from a large state

We got home from our week in San Antonio last night. And I think that this is the first time I have ever come home from a vacation and not felt like I needed a vacation to recover from my vacation. It was a wonderful, relaxing week of catching up, eating, laughing, eating some more, visiting, and a field trip thrown in so that we could say we saw Texas. And so Madalyn could buy a souvenir. Because my money was burning a hole in her pocket.

This entire trip started with an innocent question. What are you doing the week of the 15th? Originally, the girls were going to choir camp. But it just so happened that I had not paid for the camp when the question was asked. And then the stars and planets were in alignment for the airline rate we got. The only way to fly direct to San Antonio from Atlanta was on Delta. And the prices are outrageous. But then, the Wal-mart of airlines started flying to San Antonio on June 11th…so Delta’s rates dropped. And dropped dramatically. I got such a deal, that my flight was booked before Cindy even told her husband we might be coming! Then again…he seemed to think I was coming by myself until right before we showed up on their doorstep.

We left on the 14th. Michael dropped us at the airport…and we got lunch there. The kids got kid meals…and their toy was play dough. You must know that it was a huge hit with the girls. Because play dough does not cross my threshold. But really, play dough at the airport? And what do my girls create with their play dough? Why phallic thumbs, of course. I read somewhere that girls will build enclosures – like houses, or “gated” areas for their animals to play…and that boys will build towers. All very Freudian. Except for my girls. Who are all about the towers. But I digress…

The girls loved the plane ride – especially the take off – and they were mesmerized by all they could see. Katie decided to investigate all the pockets on the seats…and naturally she found the “convenience bag.” I had to explain what it was for. Especially as one side of the bag says it is for barf…and the other side says it’s a seat holder in case you decide to get off the plane if you make a stop over. Katie wanted to be assured that you would not use the bag for both purposes. She decided that one of her Pokemon stuffies was motion sick. Don’t you want to fly with us?