It is a good thing Chris called me when they landed. A very good thing.
I wrote down his arrival time....on the calendar, in my planner and on the chalkboard. 11:35 a.m. Why then, did my mind decide he was getting in at 1:35 PM? I have no idea. When he called me at noon and told me they were just at the gate, I first thought they were delayed in taking off. "No", he said, "we just got here." "Here? You mean Sacramento??? You're early!"
No, dumb ass. They weren't early.
Thank goodness the airport is only about 40-45 minutes from here. He and Jeff only had to stand outside for a few minutes. He didn't even make a joke about me having blonde roots instead of grey;-)
We are a family of collectors. Whenever one of us travels, we get a shot glass (for Chris) and a tee shirt (for Joseph and/or me) from what city/state/country we travel to. Chris was going to bring home a tee shirt from Houston, but the only ones he could find said 'don't mess with Texas' Uh, no thanks;-) (No offense to my Texan friends) He did manage to find a shot glass that just said Houston on it. No worries though. If he goes back in March, and Joseph and I go along, I will find a tee shirt. One that doesn't say don't mess with Texas, have a humongous star on it, or *shudder* a picture of GWB;-)