As many of my statuses said, I jetted off to paradise this week, leaving on Sunday to reach my destination of Miami, Florida on Monday. Well, we flew out on Monday. Whatever, it was perfect. Minus the jet, and the turbulance, and the early awakening we had to do on Monday morning at five am. But boy, was it worth it :)
To summarize, we flew in, boarded the ship, ate fabulously, lounged luxoriously, didn't lift a finger to do basically, anything, and shopped 'til we dropped (lame I know). Then we flew out, got stuck at Cleveland airport where they were expected to have 18+ inches of snow overnight. So we had to scramble like chickens with our heads cut off to get luggage, figure out what we were going to do, where we were going to go, etc. We were told that we wouldn't be able to get out of the airport 'til Monday afternoon. Yeah, that didn't fly, just like every single airplane in that airport. So we rented a car and drove a ridiculous four hours home in 4 inches of snow on the roads, snow falling from the sky, and snow stuck to our wind shield. Not to mention, snow on my toes because I wore flip flops. Yes, flip flops. I planned on arriving in Cleveland, staying inside, flying to Detroit, and getting picked up curbside by my grandpa to go home to good ol' Westland. But no, it had to snow.
I have to go.
The phone beckons.
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