We are NOT in Indiana

We are still in California. On our way to the airport Delta Airlines called me to tell me our flight had been cancelled due to the snow storm in the midwest. Both my mom and dad said the South Bend airport has been closed all day. Of course, I would have known about that if we had television. So, here we sit with no furniture, no TV, no dishes... one sleeping bag and three blankets.

You know, I created that storm. I really didn't want to leave Mark here alone and was missing him even before we left. Things like this always happen to me. Ahboogaa-booga-booga. I work magic.

The Great Computer there at Delta rescheduled our flights for us. It was kind enough to accomodate Divina on Tuesday night and me on Wednesday night. How thoughtful! Ha. So, after talking to my mom and dad, we decided to wait out the storm all together and not try to get the earliest flight, no doubt, resulting in an overnight stay at the airport, long lines, rushing from gate to gate, and general recipie for psychological breakdown. We rescheduled for Thursday.

What to do today... more balloon chasing? Last night Mark and Divina played with the stuff in the duffle bag that was planned for the airplane. We are getting desperate. I suppose we could make shakers out of cat food, paper plates, and packing tape.