At the start of this, I was waiting on my sister to get me to the airport. Now that I’ve missed the plane, I’m waiting on someone to pick me up, only to come back for an 8:45 p.m. flight. There’s a good percentage of life about waiting. I was cuttin’ a fool in my head before I thought to think that. By that time, I had gotten something in my stomach, which brought a level of sanity back. I was hungry and late, okay?
So, I’m thinking I could take my mom, who picks me up, to lunch or something but she looks a hot mess, so I figure the best thing for us both is to get her back home. Swiftly, okay?!
