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Some of you have probably heard my Worst Ever Holiday Travel Story which involved getting stuck in the Denver airport on my 23rd birthday with no way to get to Montana and ended with illegally renting a car. We VERY NEARLY had a repeat of that yesterday (except it wasn't my birthday yet, and I'm old enough to rent a freaking car by now, if it had come to that!) - but it worked out and Elena and I were the last 2 people on the plane out of Denver and landed in Billings at 1 a.m. That's Mountain Time, for those of you keeping score. Yes, last 2 people on the plane, not 3. galagan got to spend the night in a massage chair at DEN and flew standby this morning. My bag of course, is nowhere to be found. Last night they claimed it was in Denver and today they don't know where it is. Lovely. Fsckers.

Elena was a real trouper, though. Fabulous child.

So, we're here and it's minus one zillion degrees. And I'm wearing my favorite sweater, and might be wearing it ALL WEEK. I think it's time for a shower - everyone else is napping. :)

(I'm actually far more cheerful than this sounds. But I had to get the ranting out of my system.)