The Queen Mum has arrived, full of splendor and glory and just a little achy in the knee. I will say this for Express Jet, the new airline that provides actual, real nonstop flights from here to back home, they get here fast. She was scheduled to arrive at 3:40, so I was feeling pretty hop-to-it when I got to the airport at 3:30. I figured I had time to stop at the loo, grab a paper, and sip a cuppa before she got from the jet to the no-terrorists-allowed welcoming area.
But no.
Her plane must have hit the ground no later than 3:15. 3:15, folks--a full 25 minutes before the announced arrival time! Unheard of. Well, kudos to Express Jet for taking advantage of every possible moment in the sky, but the problem--at least for me and my ilk--is that I don't ever, ever, ever, ever get anywhere 25 minutes early unless it is by grave accident. And so there Mum was, ready for pickup, toting her bag, probably thinking about what culinary treat we might stop and get on the way home, but with no Wicked there to drive her to delightful destinations. Pah. I don't know about you, but I love stepping through the dark side of the security area and seeing someone I love there waiting for me. It's just such a nice feeling to have a little companionship at the end of your travels.
But too bad for Mum, because she had to traverse what she now refers to as the longest airport in the world all by her lonesome. Fortunately, luck prevailed because just as she had gotten her luggage and started the airport wandering process to help her decide What To Do Next, I blew in from the parking garage and snatched her up. So she is here now and we are already knee deep into Wicked's and Wicked's Mum's Seriously Laid Back Adventure. This involves sitting around, watching movies, and eating SunChips. This morning's entertainment will be workmen who are coming to do my fall switchover. After that, it will be the glass replacement people to take care of my sad, sad windshield. I know, the excitement never stops, because after that--errands! Woo hoo! I'll stop for a moment and let you catch your breath.
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Furthermore, dinner tonight for us and my three anticipated guests (two of whom I have not yet invited) will consist of something from the frozen section of my neighborhood grocery store. Something that I have not yet bought. I am telling you, Wicked was born to hostess. Oh, and for those of you coming over tomorrow night, it'll be desserts straight from the freezer as well. Because--and you know this--that's just who I am these days. Frankly, it's who I've always been, I've just finally stopped fighting it. In my defense, I come by it honestly; my mother reports that my grandmother loved any meal that could be fixed out of a can or a box. So now we know how truly powerful genetics are.
4 comments:
Welcome Queen Mum! All Hail.
It is with joy and anticipation taht I await...desert.I will practice my laid-backness, as not to over stimulate the Wicked Twins.
Yay for our moms. Did you ever read My Mother, My Self? Neither did I. How about a nice Lipton's Soup package recipe! And don't forget to add more salt!
Welcome, da Queen Mum! I look forward to interrogating, uh, politely chatting with, Her Highness so as to suss out revealing clues into Wicked's psyche.
As for Express Jet, all hail. It has been a boon for S.B. who spends half his life making the world safe for Oklahoma. But, yes, the flights are terminally, inexplicably, always, always early. Which just freaks me the heck out . . .
best of luck to anyone attempting to eke out, from queen mum, psychic clues to wicked junior's makeup....
for She Who Must enjoys all company, but will if necessary remind anyone in need of such reminders that there *are* some things up with which HRH simply will not put.
that's why *i* picked her for me mum!
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