Yesterday the lovely husband said he had a surprise. We were going to lunch, but he didn't tell me where. I assumed that it was somewhere nearby. However, when he veered the opposite direction heading away from all the restaurants I became a bit nervous. You see, my husband likes surprises. I do not. It's a control thing I think. I knew I was in trouble when he pulled into the little GA airport in town. That meant we were flying somewhere. The only word that kept floating through my head was "crap". I am not a fan of the smaller planes. They scare the crap out of me. Plus I get airsick. Luckily, Hannah was loving it. She loves planes, or so I thought. We take off. Hannah starts crying, I start crying, and the husband is trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the both of us. I have no clue why I was crying. I felt like an idiot. It was horrible, and I felt so silly for even crying. Eventually Hannah and I both calmed down. She fell asleep, and I did my best not to puke all over the rented plane. Despite my fear and anxiety about the whole trip, I was able to enjoy the view.
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How can I be upset when I am staring down at that water?
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The gorgeous coastline of NW Florida
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I tried telling her that the headset works better when on her head
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Don't I look thrilled? Luckily, you can't see the red-rimmed eyes from my freak out.
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She passed out, and even slept through the landing (which made my husband proud)
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I don't think we will be taking any more impromptu trips to neighboring cities for lunch...at least by plane. And, oh yes, the pizza was delicious.
