3 Mother Fucking Hours...

It's funny to me that my next post in this blog immediately follows the post of me preparing to return home to Kansas City after the Turkey Day festivities with the family. Anyway, enough about that. I'm sitting here, typing, realizing how much I hate Christmas this year. Seriously, hate. Nevermind the stress of holiday shopping, and it is stressful. From picking a good (not always expensive) gift, to braving the crowds at the stores, the shit is stressful... But yea, nevermind the shopping... what gets me at the moment is the travel. Every year I fly to Maryland to see my family. Always Christmas, and once and awhile Thanksgiving too. This year I'm blessed with seeing them on both holidays. But today, as I am ready to fly home to Maryland. I wrap the stress of packing, curse the world as I feel like a pack-mule hauling gifts to Maryland... but the icing on the cake? Getting to the airport to discover my flight has been delayed 3 fucking hours. That totally blows. Probably any other airport then Kansas City, wouldn't be so bad, but KCI is such a small claustrophobic airport... not a lot to do to kill the time. So I sit, annoyed, frustrated and sleepy. I sit and wonder if I locked the car in Economy Parking... I sit just wanting to be in bed.

But whatever, we'll see how fast this 3 hours goes. Damn I wish I brought my DS with me.

Anyways, I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, and if I know you, and you don't have plans for New Year's, give me a shout, hosting a small party. Good booze and good company, what more do you need?