This trip started out just as all others:
1. We packed too much.
2. I bought too many snack bars.
3. We stayed up all night packing. Hey, wait a minute! We didn't stay up all night this time! Woo hoo!!
4. Southwest was on time.
5. The boys fought over the window seat.
6. Pippi talked during the entire flight.
Not only was this a vacation vacation, but this was also a vacation from my diet (which I am regretting). Anyhow, first stop, BoJangles for a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit! And it was soooooo good! Next stop: RDU airport. Nothing exciting; no drama. We did have boarding passes in the "A" group this time, but we still managed to be like # bazillion in line. We just hung to the side and talked with a lady a wheel chair. SW loaded the families with small ones, then came for the wheelchair lady. The loader asked if we were all together, and I said yes without even thinking. But then it hit me: did he mean me, dh with the children or the 5 of us with the wheelchair lady?

Oh no! What to do, WHAT TO DO? Ehhh, the wheelchair lady grew up 10 miles from me; I'm sure we are related.

Anyhow, we selected the first row and settled in for the stares we would receive from the other loading passengers. Since we took the leg room row, we received some particular nasty looks from two very tall gentlemen. Well, those seats aren't that great, we had no tray table. Ordinarily I wouldn't go into much detail about a plane ride, but this particular flight was great. We had the best flight assistant or whatever the PC term is. She was just fantastic. First she said she was dimming the cabin lights because she looks better in softer light, then she said if you are with children, put your mask on first, and if you are with adults who are acting like children, just ignore them. At the end of the flight, she said she was taking marriage applications for the single attendants and then sang a song that ended with, "if you marry one of us you fly for free." She was a hoot! In between runway and runway, Pippi talked then entire time. The clouds were some sort of Bahama castle with princesses and unicorns and Lord knows what. As we were approaching MCO, she got louder and louder: I SEE EPCOT, I SEE THE GIANT BALL, I SEE MGM, I SEE...., I SEE...., I SEE...
