Diverted and Delayed

While Mr Mooks drove the minivan back to Tejas from California, the chickens and I flew to North Carolina for the loafing, eating and sailing leg of our summer sojourn. Due to a major storm over Atlanta we endured a marathon adventure before the pleasure began.

Ella Rae took to commenting on flight updates with dramatic flair, "Mama! He just said that we are going to run out of fuel?" or "Why are we landing on a runway WITHOUT a terminal?" while Cyrus was busy creating a road block in the isle with his arm. He also gave passengers standing in line for the bathroom the evil eye, sometimes pointing and scrunching his nose for emphasis.

Once we landed tho, the chicks did me proud by running with their rolly totes and stuffed animals, holding steady on the jam-packed train and escalators to our connecting flight gate. I can't believe we made it -- seeing all those bodies lined up at customer service or resigned to the hard, dirty floor made my heart sink. We were all elated as we plopped into our seats, buckled up and broke out the last few, coveted tic tacs for take off.