M’kay. I made it here. Well, to the gate at least. I am, at last, through check in and security. Admittedly, I’ve never flown with quite as much ‘stuff’ as I am this trip, but I no idea they charge you $150 for an overweight bag. Overweight meaning 51 pounds instead of 50. My ‘big’ bag weighed in at a hefty 66. We had some work to do.
Thankfully my uber-efficient husband had the foresight to leave 30 minutes early and we certainly needed it. We were able to maneuver some stuff from one bag to another and some things just had to go.
Goodbye ‘In Style’ magazine. Goodbye Twizzlers. I’m better off without ‘cha. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Security was equally exhausting. Evidently I appear to be carrying some illicit substances… my backpack received a very thorough rubdown with what looked like a Clearasil pad. And since I’m sitting at the gate waiting to board and not in police custody, I guess I passed 🙂
Over and out!