Today I'm waking up in Georgia surrounded by my awesome birth family. There are birds chirping outside my window. I'm far, far from Texas and the howling wind and blowing dust. I'm so happy to be here instead of home.
However....there is a bit of a damper on my trip.
American Airlines lost my dang bag yesterday. Apparently, asking someone to transfer my bag from one plane to another in Dallas was way too hard. All the other people that flew with me from Amarillo to Atlanta, no problem. The travel gods were smiling on them. Me however. Not so much.
So, somewhere, out there (if you just pictured a cartoon mouse singing you watched American Tail too much as a child, just like me) is my bag. Now, the loss of a bag and the trouble of replacing the clothing in it is distressing and a pain in the butt. But there are other things in my bag. One dozen handmade gifts for my family. Including a baby blanket I spent months knitting for my sister. When you add that into the missing items total you can get an idea of how unbelievably angry I am.
At 12:30 today my bag will have been MIA for 24 hours. American had better find it and get it to me before then or I'll raise a stink the likes of which they have never seen. I will have my bag back. Damn-it yes I will.
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