"It's 6 or 7 degrees outside. It's not cold."
As said by Michael's mother upon our arrival. Only someone from Minnesota, I tell ya.
More importantly, WE MADE IT.
No nervous breakdowns, no angry face-offs with fellow passengers, no creepy airport pat-downs, no crashing into the ground in a firey ball, no cocktails required in-flight.
Thanks to Plan-A-Suarus Rex, everything went extremely smoothly.
Don't think I didn't lose some sleep last night planning some good comebacks in case Henry was fussy and some d-bag had the berries to roll his eyes at us, or complain (just loud enough for us to hear).
Do you ever do that? Plan what you would say in a particular encounter. Imaginary conversations like this take place in my head all the time. I have waged an imaginary battle of wits with nearly everyone in my life. And many strangers. Weird?
But I find it comforting to know that I am verbally armed should I find myself in any number of bizarre brushes.
I got side-tracked. Sorry.
WE MADE IT. YAY.
Updates and pictures to follow soon!