curiouser & curiouser

We may have some problems - John is on stand-by for our (new-re-routed) flight to Heathrow. He's silver medalion, though, which appears to impress the Delta people. But this is the last flight out *anywhere* today. We'll be in London (were not supposed to go near there) and we'll know no one & have no where to go. Great. But the flights to Manchester are booked tomorrow. On the up-side, the kids have been pretty good - considering we should have almost been to our destination, but now we're *maybe* headed somewhere on our target CONTINENT. Sheesh. I'm starting to get really anxious. I had just managed to think of the re-route as an "adventure," but that was before I learned we may be alone and friendless in a strange land.

We packed "carry on only" which meant that I had to make some VERY tough choices!  (One pair of shoes -- only ONE -- YOU try it!  It is HARD).  We had one wheeled carry on with a detachable back-pack -- which looks like a lot of luggage, actually.

And COO (as insiders refer to "Carry on Only") makes not a DAMN bit of advantage if they whisk your bags *away from you* at the door of the plane and CHECK THEM ANYWAY as they did on the ATL - Heathrow flight.  *sheesh*

Stay tuned . . .

The TSA confiscated the children's TOOTHPASTE in Tallahassee.  I had been SO CAREFUL to buy the little containers that say "airline approved" and to print labels from the computer to put on each little bottle -- I'd even remembered to put the "liquids" in clear plastic bags -- but toothpaste isn't really a "liquid" is it?  And I thought the limit was 4 ounces . . . it's THREE point FOUR ounces.

And, ok, the toothpaste was SIX OUNCES . . . but, as someone pointed out, they could have had me TASTE the toothpaste, but not the hand cream (4 oz) which they LET ME KEEP.  Oh well.