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The next morning came waaaaaaaaay too early... Up at about 6 (mostly because my mom had the damned window open and it was about 30 degrees outside) to get dressed and go eat an early brunch at the Heritage... The food was okay, but I really don't like breakfast foods at all, so I kinda picked at everything and ate nothing. Typical. Followed my aunt and the two kids onto the grounds to go look at the fish and the gazebo, froze my toes off... My aunt said, "Oh, just follow the building on around and you'll come to the front door." (The rest were locked.) Riiiiiiight. That went around Heritage andPeabody Manor, which is absolutely huge. And of course Anna whined the whole time. Great fun.
When that was all over with it was just in time to pile back into the vans for the 2.5 hour drive to the airport. I got put in the adult van again. I took my stuff so I could sit in the back seat and listen to my tunes, but nooooo, my gramma wanted the back seat... Why, I don't know, the middle seats were a lot more comfortable, but whatever. Actually, that wasn't so bad. I was just alternately bored out of my mind or embarassed (ever try having a conversation with your grandmother and great-grandmother? Their favorite thing to do is compliment you on absolutely everything, I swear...and I don't like being complimented... *sigh*).
But eventually we made it into and through the airport, dashed all the way across the next one (we had 15 minutes between flights; it took 10 for the faster group to get there and 20 for the slower group o.O;;) and caught the plane just as they finished boarding, and finally ended up back in good ol' Texas...
I know I've said this before, but man! I thought this'd be easy! It was worse than a camping trip!! *yawn*


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