It’s Christmas Eve and I’m in Florida. I could just have easily found myself writing this from Los Angeles, but the good people at Jet Blue were kind enough to help me get a pair of standby seats on a later flight after I managed to miss the one we’d actually gotten tickets for. It could’ve been a non-issue. I could have answered my cell phone when it woke me Sunday morning at 6, but instead I smacked it until it quieted and went back to sleep.

“Just wanted to see if you guys were still coming over my house today! See you later!” That’s what I heard when I got my messages around 1 that afternoon. After a second of confusion, then several of nausea, I found the e-ticket my mom and stepdad had included with our Christmas card. Our flight had left at 8:8:15am.

The best part is the reason that we missed it: we had the wrong day. We were sure that the flight out was on the morning of the 22nd. It wasn’t. We’d spent the night before at the wrap party for Micki’s movie, and had every intention of sleeping in, waking late, packing… and Christmas shopping. Silly things we are…

So. Long story, well, rather long… we made it. It was a long, stressful trip down, we weren’t sure we’d actually be allowed on the plane until we were actually allowed on the plane. We finished our shopping here. It’s Christmas Eve and things on the vacation front seem to have worked themselves out. Now, to get home and fix the rest of our lives.

Brad and Amie… you guys got lost in the mix. Your gift in on the way.