Farm Blogging, Day 1

hey we're at the farm. We made it here last night with no problems, other than my extreme stupidity. In my defense, I was working on 3 hours of sleep...

The good news is: Flo flew like a professional. I would venture to say that most people didn't even know she was on the plane. Just based on how many people came up to me in baggage claim and said "I didn't even know there was a dog on the plane!!" (it happened a lot, you should note sarcasm there).

So, we get here, nab all our bags, drive up to the farm which is about an hour away from the airport. And then, as I'm unpacking, I'm starting to notice that I can't find a lot of things, like my underwear, these really lovely Waterford crystal toasting flutes someone gave us and Flo's dog food... I take stock of the suitcase situation and then it hits me: we're missing an entire bag. When we were packing, we decided to take our bag limit very seriously and ended up bringing as much stuff as the airline would allow. I was a little crazed, I'll admit. But don't look at me, Sam's the one who packed a WOK. Anyway, so I set aside a special suitcase that I tell Sam that we cannot be separated from. This bag includes what I consider to be the very important things: wedding clothes, rings, marriage license. All I cared about is that we not lose sight of this bag because god knows, those idiots who run the airlines are bound to lose at least one of our bags and knowing how the universe works, it would be that bag. As it turns out, we couldn't take the bag on board because the airline had changed their Carry-On policy and I had to choose between the bag with the dress and the bag with the dog. So we let loose of our precious wedding bag with a vaguely threatening speech about how if they lost this bag, we'd come after them and their children and their children's children and their children's children's dog. But no, that's not how it happened. The airline got all our bags to Albany just fine. I, on the other hand, neglected to COUNT HOW MANY bags we checked. So, when we got all the bags off the carousel, I looked to see that the wedding bag was there and satisfied that it did in fact make it, I didn't even bother counting the rest of them.

And that's the story of how Lee lost the bag with her underwear and the toasting glasses. There is a good ending though. My sister happened to arrive at the same airport at approximately the same time that I had my "DOH!" moment and was able to get into the Lost Baggage Office and recover the suitcase. Disaster averted.

So, the moral of the story is, Kids: count your bags. You're gonna want that underwear!

alrighty, we're heading "into town" to do some grocery shopping. more farm blogging laters.