Hurricane Kyle and my weekend

I apologize in advance for my rant and dingy phone pictures. I'm sleep deprived, tired and extra cranky.


I'd say I'm a quite unique creature as I am an exception of what the world expects of a girl. I don't like pink, or make up or pretty little things or weddings.
I know, I know... I'm planning a wedding of my own. Believe me this is more in honor of our families (whom I adore) than my personal dream. I dislike the whole wed business; dresses, planning, colors, flowers, who to invite and lots, I mean LOTS of wasted time and money.
But what the hay we are on this Earth to celebrate life with friends and this pesky milestone is one of them times.


So we left Friday evening to our friend's wedding. It was a lovely bumpy flight circling nasty looking storms and hours of scrabble and word find games played due to the usual delays.
At this point I'm totally OK with it. It's the nature of the game. So our arrival had minor wrinkles and we made to our final destination around 1am. Not bad since I wasn't getting up before 8am.
Then I had few hours of joy. Going out with my extended family, seeing old friends. Lovely. Later that evening we had duties to fulfill as happy guests so off we went.
The ceremony was, well, boring as all other ceremonies are. The people were stuffy but the wine and music were divine.


Now the only thing left was to go back home. Our flight left in the morning so we should have plenty of time to rest before starting a new week.
As you can see in the pictures hurricane Kyle flushed our plans down the toilet. Our connecting flight was canceled and we were stuck for almost 10 hours in the airport.
After threatening mutiny we got a flight that brought us to an airport about 2 hours away instead of our original destination. We gathered a few strangers that had their cars in the other airport as well, rented a van and drove for 2 hours or so only to find our car with a drained battery.
At this point my night already seemed endless so it couldn't get any worse. I fetched an airport employee that gladly gave us a jump start. Finally the final leg of our ill fated trip. Only another half hour. But of course, the damn night wasn't over.


Five minutes, literally FIVE darn minutes from home the car starts acting up and simply dies in the middle of the freaking road. We were lucky enough to get the car kinda working and made it to our driveway.
I've never been more relieved to be home. Now it was just take the dog out of her crate for a quick pee and off to bed.


My super nice dog sitter had left inside her crate a bowl with water and a bowl with food. So when I take the Beagle out I see plastic bits all over the crate but it was just too late and I was just too tired and pissed to deal with that. I ignored it until this morning.
In a closer inspection I've found broken teeth with the bloody plastic bits.
Those brought me to what I am doing at the moment. Sitting at the Vet's office, waiting to be fit between patients. With a bloody Beagle beside me. My weekend was just great!