I don't know which is more significant...that when we drove to Seattle for the flight, it was actually trying freaking hard to snow, or that the flight attendant on the plane was the twin of the parent most causing me to need vacation right now. Either way, I was immensely glad to wake up this morning tangled up in sheets and sweaty 5-year old in San Diego, baby! It was actually hot! Granted, the high today is forecast at 63, but after home I'll take it!
We're in a scrubby hotel, clean, but definitely just for sleeping. And the pool. But we're on our way to breakfast and then SeaWorld, woo hoo!
Although The Man is constantly trying to jinx it, we've had a crazy easy trip so far. No lines, not small lines...NO lines! First out of the baggage chute, seats all together, walked out of baggage claim smack into our shuttle, picked up the rental car and it's a darling little Prius! Whee! I'm expecting Shamu to eat my kid just to keep balance in the universe. I'll let you know how it goes, have fun in the snow Suckers!
