Back home in Pullman... sans luggage

This has been the worst flying season ever. First, my flight out of Pullman was cancelled due to the Denver snow-storm debacle, and I had to fly home on Christmas eve. Then, my uncle lost his luggage on a one-leg flight. As in, there were no connecting flights, and they still didn't quite load his stuff on to the plane. Next, my brother's flight in to Dallas was delayed due to tornadoes in the area. Oh, and they also lost his luggage. Finally, on my way home, they lose mine.

Wow.

And we aren't done yet, either.

Bugzie still has to fly home from a wedding in a day or two, and JumpingJayhawk is flying home tomorrow. Seriously, I think the freakin' gremlins are out to get us or something.

Anyway, I'm home, I'm tired, and I'm cranky. I have ordered pizza and will spend the rest of the next 12 to 17 hours eating, sleeping, and watching Dead Like Me season 2 (19.99 at best buy right now!).

My next post will be to announce my album of the year award. I'll explain all that when I get around to it.

Until then, think of trombones on fire.