Plane Tickets (Purchased Months In Advance, Mind You).

Um, yeah. This one’s a biggie.

So, last Sunday night around 2:37 AM as I was settling in for the eve, planning to wake up and head the hour home the next day to pack for my thought-to-be-Tuesday-morning-at-6:25AM flight, more than ready to cozy up to some puffy blankets and my non-puffy man, I heard a text twinkle from my cell.

I scurried over to check the screen and BAM! Here’s what I saw:

“NW 5779 dept PIT 6:25AM on-time arvl………”

I felt like I had just pooed my pants on a platform in a public place.

Not sure how I made it, exactly. The rest of the night was one drawn out anxious blur.