Tuesday, October 14, 2008

"Is THAT your whole bag?!?!"

Is what Stella said to me when I got to her place. "How is it that you have so much less than I do?" Stella DEMANDED.
After packing up until the last minute, schlepping Maggie, Ronald and Roland (kitten and goldfish) to the Hogensons, withdrawing too much money from the bank, and drinking all of Stella's OJ (...she watched me pour the entire half-jug in a big glass. "It's gonna go bad," I weakly defended.), I was ready to go.
The cab was early, traffic was moving, the terminal wasn't too crowded and neither was security which means we got to the gate with 2 hours to kill before we could even board the plane. Stella played with her phone and took unflattering pictures of us. Meanwhile, I tried not to eat all the snacks she packed which were designed to sustain us for our 15-hour journey. Stella is the master of snack-packing: half a carry-on of sliced cheddar and haverti, sliced turkey and roast beef, nutty bread, baby carrots and sugar snap peas.
Interesting. Stella just left me to get on the plane.
I should start paying attention.

1 comment:

  1. She IS a master at snacks!!
    Have so much fun ladies! We miss ya already and cant wait to hear stories.
    xo, Lori

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