Bags packed. Boarding passes printed. Toys charged. Are we there yet?
Still have a few things to do… I told Mr that he is responsible for feeding himself from 8AM tomorrow morning until noon Sunday. He filled up a ziplock bag with granola bars. If the plane makes it to Phoenix on time, I’ll get a sandwich.
When I travel alone, I eat in restaurants, bars, and grab stuff from airport food cars. But, when Mr C is along – his aversion to “eating out” reduces my dining options to Luna Bars. I do go to Starbucks and nicely ask “Do you want something from Starbucks?” “No, he will grumble, I am fine”. And, my great guilty travel pleasure is Egg McMuffins. I love Egg McMuffins. But, I only eat them in airports.
Ok – I am back… I took a break to clean out the fridge. And, I broke down and made a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches for us to take on the plane. I sort of miss the old days. When we complained about airplane food.
Hitting the Metro at about 0800 hours tomorrow morning.