My thoughts: Wait…We came in by the baggage claim. This is the check in area. This isn’t where we came in. That may not have been where we parked. Our car could still be here.
“Nate!” I beamed. “I don’t think this is where we came in. Remember, we had to ride the escolator up to get to the check-in desk?”
He hung up hesitantly. I could tell that he desperately wanted to believe me, but he maintained an aura of skepticism (he’s good at that, you know. He’s an auditor.) We hauled and hoisted and dragged all of our bulging luggage and our now dry, but slightly orphaned looking, child (we fished through the suitcase to find him a very uncoordinated, but DRY, combination of: Green Nike Sweatshirt and TwoSizesTooBig Red Tartan Plaid Pajama Bottoms,) and descended the escolator, literally praying to find our car on the lower level of the parking garage. And……….. (i hate excessive punctuation, but sometimes it’s necessary………………………………)
We DID! I could almost swear to the fact that there were unseen legions serenading us with the Hallelujah! chorus in that moment. Nate’s hoodwinked purchase never beamed like it did in the bowels of the DFW parking structure before the eyes of two tired travelers breathing sighs of utter relief not to have to part with precious cash to liberate an old pile of mileage-laden metal from the local impounded-car-yard.
Life just continued to brighten as we arrived home to find all of our valuables, (all four of them,) were still in place, and that we hadn’t been burgled or otherwise violated while we were away (something I always worry unnecessarily about while we’re gone.) But we did have one unpleasant surprise waiting for us at home. Our house stinks. Really bad. Do you know how to get rid of a lingering, wiffy house stench? Please tell. I’ve tried candles and carpet granules, but to no avail. I hate to admit to the Internet that I have a stinky house, but I do. I also hated to admit to eating cake for breakfast, but I did. (ooooh, I think this would be as good a time as any to apologize for that shallow and pointless waste of cyber space–and more especially for leaving it up for Seven. Whole. Days. I mean, really, who cares?)
But while we’re on the topic of shameful admissions, I’ve got one more. I love to hate to admit that while I was very disappointed and worried about the possibility of our car being trapped in the local tow-yard, somewhere in the back of my slightly warped, blog-loving mind, I was kind of tickled that it was happening to me. Because, let’s face it, tow-truck tales make very meaty subject matter for blog posts.
Oh, Internet! It’s so good to be back! I missed you more than I ever thought I would. I’ve started by recounting the tail end of my trip’s happenings…and I don’t plan to proceed in any kind of logical order, but I can assure you that there will be more of the travelog variety posts to follow. Just you wait!