One of the challenging things about where we live is that it's not always easy to get direct flights in and out. For our trip back we flew out of Vegas at midnight, landing in Winnipeg at about 3 am. Our connection back home left at nine in the morning. That's a lot of hours in planes and airports. As you can see, Dennis was exhausted and caught a nap on the floor. I drifted in and out on the flights. Fortunately only once did I snort myself awake, and thankfully not at full volume. (I tend to snort myself awake - loudly - when I sleep in the car. Dennis always enjoys mocking me.)
For once everything was on time. When we landed, mom and dad were waiting to pick us up and take us back to our home sweet home, and our little boo boo bear. That's always the best part of coming home - seeing that fuzzy little face again.
For once everything was on time. When we landed, mom and dad were waiting to pick us up and take us back to our home sweet home, and our little boo boo bear. That's always the best part of coming home - seeing that fuzzy little face again.