How do I know this? Because we have the usual signs of Big-Day-itis and they are as follows:
- Dad is pacing... a lot.
- He is also debating with himself over how early is too early to get to the airport. He seems to be pretty close to deciding on 4 hours before the flight. A good 2 hours earlier than suggested by the airline.
- He is constantly asking me what he has forgotten- how am I meant to know????
- As suggested by the previous points- all sense of logic has left us.
- I am debating which top would be best to wear on the flight and whether I should be wearing my jeans yet (not in this humidity thank you!)
- Dad is checking the snow-cams every 5 minutes (I'm surprised he hasn't poked me off the computer yet!), as if they are going to have a 30 inch dump in the 5 minutes since he last checked.
- I have that incredibly cheesy grin plastered on my face
Only path of treatment- GET ON THAT PLANE!!!!
So we sit here not so patiently waiting. Dad is very impatient- he just suggested we go to the airport. It's quarter past 8 in the morning. Our flight is at half past 3 in the afternoon.
I laughed. As crazy as it all sounds this lead-up is kind of fun for me, although not as much fun as the actual trip is.
And so it begins!!!!!
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