But now, I've turned into that traveler who, upon exiting the plane onto the jetway, GASPS as if I've never felt anything like this before and causes a traffic jam by stopping dead in my tracks. My instinct was to turn around and run back to my plane seat, buckle in, and go home. Turns out the plane was headed to Des Moines, Iowa, though. No offense, Iowans, but that doesn't sound like anyplace I'd like to be and I highly doubt it would be much warmer. So, I'm here in Minneapolis awaiting my family and our flight to Wisconsin. And even inside the Caribou Coffee scented airport.....it's VERY cold. The cute jacket I put on earlier thinking I might be a bit warm is laughably under-equipped for this chill.
And though I'm sure this goes without saying, I was also less than jazzed about that purple #4 jersey I encountered about three minutes after walking into the airport. That's. Just. Wrong.
Coldness and traitorous footballers aside, it really is GREAT to be back! The fall leaves I saw below as we were flying in were stunning. I'd been marveling over the tree in my front yard with a touch of yellow - it pales in comparison to the rainbow of gorgeous fall shades I saw out my airplane window. I'm beyond excited to see the family, celebrate Halloween tonight, and get to Lambeau tomorrow. And I'm pretty certain there are cheese curds in my very near future, which will make up for the whole 'no beer for me' thing at Lambeau tomorrow.
And now, I'm off to the rest room to add a few layers to my ensemble. (AKA: I'm going to put on every article of clothing in my suitcase. That's going to look HOT. Pun absolutely intended.)
Oh PS: the baby-free flight? Glorious. I may have cried halfway to the airport after kissing Mister A goodbye (for a whole 48 hours, sheesh, pathetic).....but I really did enjoy reading for 2 solid uninterrupted hours AND having the luxury to set an open cup of Diet Coke on my tray table and sip it leisurely (as opposed to pounding it down in five seconds before a little someone dumps it down my shirt). Knowing the little guy is happy as a clam soaking up that Mimi time makes it a little easier as well. Thanks, Mimi!
Happy Halloween, my lovelies, and GO PACK GO!