This weekend, the Dr. is in Florida doing family duty. He's attending a benefit show in memory of his father, that Nana Judy has painstakingly orchestrated for months. His Dad was well-loved and remembered, and we sent the Dr. off as a representative for the family. He will make his Dad proud.
But today, his travels were a rare source of amusement for me.
Actual series of texts, from various points in the trip:
- (Leg 1) I'm in seat C. Crying baby in B.
- (Leg 1) Have [noise-canceling] headphones. Have MP3. No cord.
- (Leg 2) No babies. Just babes. Chatty babes. LOUD chatty babes. I'd rather have the crying kind.
- (Leg 2) Crying baby just got on. Old woman next to me has gas. Just broke my sunglasses.
Makes staying home with two boys and two Brazilians seem like a piece of cake.