The Girl and I drove to Portland last night and took my Mom to supper because she is going to get up at 3:30 and drive us to the airport and then she's going to pick us up on Thursday evening. She's a trooper. I can make any ridiculous flight arrangements, and she always accommodates them.
The last trip I took was with Brown Eyed Man when we went to Vegas in January. I think I made the plans in October and when January rolled around I was surprised to find that I booked a super early flight there and a super late flight home. I'm not sure why I was surprised. That sort of sounds like something I would do.
On the drive to the airport I had a splitting headache and asked Mom for some advil or something. "It's in a short squatty bottle in my purse" she said. Sitting in the back seat, in the dark, I rooted through that bag and found a short squatty bottle and took four pills. That might sound like a lot but for a person with migraines it's not.
Half an hour later, Brown Eyed Man and I are sitting in an airport coffee shop when Mom calls and says "I'm sure you did this, but did you read the label before you took those pills?". Uh No. Turns out I took four Benadryl. I think I was awake when we took off. I know I wasn't awake when we landed and I don't remember the trip from the airport to the hotel. When I woke up we had been upgraded to a suite and I couldn't figure out how we got there. But on the plus side - no itching or sneezing on that trip.
When this posts we'll be on the plane to L.A. I hope to have wonderful news to tell you when we get back.
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