Flying The Friendly Skies
I was beat. The plane had been delayed, the luggage lost and the boarding passengers rude and hoity. The trip was suppose to be a time for getting away, for forgetting about my present life for a little while and fly head first into a week of relaxation, fun and adventure.I had never left the k**s and husband for longer than a weekend. I told my husband that one day, when the k**s were up there in age, I would be the one leaving for awhile and would be pampering myself because nobody else...