A-L: Peter, would you mind using the voucher I have to book me a flight from LA to Portland?
Peter: No problem. When do you want to fly?
A-L: Friday morning, returning Monday morning.
Later...
Peter: I got your flights booked. You leave Oxnard at 5:30am on Friday.
A-L: Umm, isn't that technically still Thursday night?
Irma: Oh, it's fine. I take your father to the airport all the time for that early flight.
A-L: Is he in his pajamas? Do you dress him while he's asleep in his car seat?
Irma: I can put your coffee in a bottle.
Peter: Your flight lands in Portland at 9:00am.
A-L: Is the Portland airport open that early? Will this give me jet lag?
Later...
Irma: What time do you want your father to wake you up tomorrow morning?
A-L: I'm 32. I might be able to set an alarm for myself, but if a wake-up call is included in the package deal, have Peter wake me at 4:30.
Peter: 4:30? We need to be leaving at 4:30.
A-L: Don't start this again.
Peter: How long does it take you to get ready?
A-L: At that time of night, about 17 minutes.
Peter: I'll wake you at 4:00.
A-L: Or you could wake me at 17 minutes before 4:30, whatever time that is.
Later, in the car on the way to the airport, somehow the topic of conversation drifted to the Vietnam War...and this is all I remember
Peter: LBJ micro-managed the Vietnam War.
There you have it.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Trump Card
My sister overheard Aila and Annais playing dolls. This is what went down:
Aila's Doll: Ok, I'm Mom AND Gloria. (Gloria is their babysitter.)
Annais's Doll: Ok, I'm Daddy.
Game over.
Aila's Doll: Ok, I'm Mom AND Gloria. (Gloria is their babysitter.)
Annais's Doll: Ok, I'm Daddy.
Game over.
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