Trip Home

The trip home from Florida was rather uneventful. I say rather because we had a couple of incidents on the highway to the airport. Once we got into Tampa we hit some traffic. A pickup cut in front of us and my father, who was driving us, decided to switch lanes to go around it. One problem, someone from the very right lane decided to head into the middle lane as well. Nothing like swerving to avoid an accident and making the tires squeal at 70mph to make your heart stop. After we righted the ship, we missed the turn off for the airport because we were being overly cautious watching some dude on a Harley, making sure we didn't take him out.

Once we got the the airport, things went pretty smooth. We checked in curbside, and went to find our gate. We got backed up at security when the line we were in go installed when some women tried bringing some big bottles of body lotion through. Ali was actually a little scared because the procedure was a little different than in Milwaukee. The TSA worker actually helped her by joking around with her as she went through the metal detector. Then as we were getting our shoes on and filling our pockets with all of our stuff, one of the women who tried to "smuggle" the lotion through was having her entire bag pulled again, the second time, and being emptied. She was not happy, and actually very vocal about her displeasure. I felt bad laughing at her. Well, ok, not really.

We got the B boarding group (at that is with paying the extra $$$ for the early bird registration) so we could all sit together on the plane. Kris sat two rows behind and across the aisle from Sarah and me. At least Ali was able to get a window seat. The people in front of Kris were sort of jerks. They were sleeping, then not sleeping, and reclining their seats so Kris couldn't get at her carry on bag. They were also hugging, snuggling, and just being generally annoying. I sat in the middle seat and Sarah was on the aisle. The guy who was sitting next to the window was not friendly at all. He even decided to close the window and sleep (so we couldn't look out). And he had in ear plugs, so the flight attendant couldn't wake him when she brought the OJ that he ordered. Nice. Other than that our experience with Southwest wasn't too bad.

Gizmo was happy to see us when we got home. The minute the door opened, he was at the door chirping at us. Then the start of the real stress started.... unpacking. It took a bit, but we finally got it finished and then had to run to the grocery store. After getting everything we needed to get (milk, eggs, bread, etc.) and getting everything unpacked and laundry sorted, I think we are ready for another vacation.