Thursday, September 8, 2011
That's the feeling I got tonight when my flight to D.C. was postponed 4 times and then cancelled. And then I got that feeling again when the 5:30 a.m. Friday flight was cancelled.
Somehow I just knew it was not meant to be.
So instead we played with new toys like Break the Ice and a loud orange truck that zooms across the hardwood floor. And ate edamame and beef with broccoli at an Asian place recommended by Nazgul.
And cuddled in bed way past bedtime even if they were a bit cranky.
We are in Vermont afterall. The land of the Fried Oreo at the county fair.