The Start of the Va-friggin-cation

Well were should I start, how about the beginning. So the plan was to spend 10 glorious days in Boca Raton Florida with my wife and my mother-in-law. We were to leave on Monday and return on the following Thursday. Bags were packed everything we needed was, I thought, taken care of. We were taking a flight out of Portland at 6:30 PM so that left us all day to do what ever. I naturally took the spin class in the morning, taught by the The Queen of Pain Amy. So I was ready to go.

So off we go on a leisurely jaunt to the airport with plenty of time to spare just in case we had any trouble. We got to the airport I dropped my wife and my mother-in-law in front of the airlines and I went to park the car. I found a premium spot in the parking lot, right up front. This must be my lucky day I thought.

My mother-in-law has a little trouble walking, so we got a wheel chair for her. Well this handicap for my mother-in-law turned into a blessing for the group. We were given special treatment, that is, rushed to the front of the line in security. A real time saver. There is at least one up side for having a handicap, not just the good parking spaces. So we were sitting pretty, we were at the gate, and we would be the first people on the plane. Plus we had the seat right in front of the bulk head, with lots of leg room. It just couldn't get any better.

We had about 30 minutes before boarding and I was just relaxed and reading my Spin Class World Magazine sipping on a lime flavored Pepsi when my wife taps me on the shoulder and says "I left the keys too the condo in Boca on the kitchen counter'. Now I ,being the cool head in the family, said "What are we going to do, oh no, someone please help me, I want my mommy". After removing myself from the fetal position and wiping the tears away, my wife took over. She went to the ticket counter and got them to change our flight. We would be leaving at 6:30 AM the next morning. So off we go grab our luggage, get the car, load everybody and everything in and head on back to Rockport, 1 hour and 40 minutes away. We got home about 9:30 and got to bed about 10. Now in order to make the AM flight on time we had to rise at 2:00 AM and speed to the airport to make our flight. So much for a leisurely jaunt. Plus my wife is not talking to me, just because I asked her, on the ride to the airport, 55 times if she had the keys. Boy, what a grouch.