Well, my final flight with Frontier Airlines, anyway. If I’m going to take that kind of abuse, I’m gonna want dinner, too. My 90 minute flight took nearly 9 hours to accomplish, and was twice the price because they lost the first booking for me & Bug. The 1330 flight I was scheduled for never took off because the mechanics couldn’t find the left wing (there isn’t a left wing in Kansas, guys). We were unceremoniously booted off after two hours on the tarmac, and then abused by staff from the airline who made it clear they didn’t think our inconvenience (or the whereabouts of my poor dog) were their problem.

So we all got overbooked onto the 1630, with the exception of the three obvious airline employees who got booted (sigh. I remember those days of flying on passes - pain in the ass). I was ready to give up my seat if I had to, because there was a mom flying out to her son’s Marine graduation in California. It began at 6 this morning, and I hope she had a good time! Anyway, we both got on, the plane left pretty close to on-time, and Stacy thanked her luck that she only lives ten minutes from the airport, given that she made oh-so-many trips to pick me up yesterday!

Bug was a little trooper - turns out he was way better treated than us bipeds on the plane. Of course, he paid more for his ticket! Who knew that cargo = first class?? If there’s ever a next time (there won’t be), I will be sure to fly in the hold!

Anyhow, I finally and tearfully arrived just after dark. I was escorted to my new digs - the square footage of my bed/bath area is about the size of my last apartment in Toronto (and probably costs less by the foot, too). I am in the suburbs here. I haven’t been in ‘burbs in a looooong time. That whole “drive five miles for a quart of milk” thing applies. Of course, it applied with Castle Argghhh! Farm, too.

Stacy has three sons, conveniently named #1, #2 and #3. #1 moved out, and I have his room. #3 is hilarious, and fascinated by the fact that my non-dog pees on a pad. If I ever catch this particular boy peeping into my room, I will know it will have nothing to do with me, and everything to do with my dog’s elimination habits. I suggested to Stacy she get him therapy before she starts finding body parts in the freezer!

This weekend I will learn all about the wrestling club she and her husband run. You see, they are “community organizers” and Stacy will run for president based on that. So watch for it: Stacy 2012!! She’s even prettier than Sarah Palin, too!

More to come. It’s cloudy, so I can’t really see the mountains today, but next week we go to the cabin for Thanksgiving, and it’s really beautiful there. Pics to follow!

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