Take THAT Irene

So...

I knew somehow I would get there. I finally got a cooperative representative and explained my dilemma to her (after 1.5 hours on hold). People were waiting to meet me. Ok, maybe I embellished things a bit, but I would not miss this for the world. So US Air was kind enough to book me on a Delta flight. I called my Dad at 1am and he was gracious enough to take my call. The rep said "Yep, you are booked for Delta, please be at the airport at 6am". ?!?!? I was suppose to be at the airport at noon. Holy mon-goly. So I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off (drank a Red Bull in the process) and I think I'm good to go. Customs may question why my bag is so messy, but I can explain that easily.

We are Keane's. We plan. We plan for the worst. And this is the worst. I have my flight numbers via my cell phone and that's about it. I hope the cab driver in Switzerland speaks English. If anything goes wrong, I'll just turn on the waterworks. :)

BTW, my checked baggage weighs 49.3 lbs (thanks Mom for the scale!) so all you suckers that wanted chocolate. It will be shipped. :)