This past weekend I had the misfortune to attempt to fly to Peoria for a family reunion centered around a grandmother's 100th birthday. For those of you keeping count, that's with three children, the youngest of whom is only three months old. Oh, and one flight was cancelled on the way there, resulting in an extra connection and 8 extra hours of traveling, and on the return trip the initial flight was delayed, resulting in a sprint across Chicago O'Hare, carrying the aforementioned baby, wearing flip-flops, to fortunately make last boarding call for the connecting flight.
But all my meals over the weekend came from such fine dining establishments as Waffle House and The Golden Corral,
that made it all better.
