Home again, home again, jiggety jig

Well, after 6 1/2 hours we are back home. We left at 4:00 this afternoon to pick up our friend, Chris, who bless his heart, rode with us through the snow storm, so that he could bring our car back home. We were going to stay in a hotel tonight since our flight left at 5:30 tomorrow morning. After Chris dropped us off, we found out our flight had been cancelled and nothing is going to Houston until the 26th. (This is the part where I started bawling.) So, do we stay in an uncomfortable room and have Chris come back tomorrow, or have him turn around and come get us. We had him come back. Poor Chris, he was half-way home already when we got in touch with him. I feel like the worst friends in the world! So, he got back, we dropped him off, and we're now back home where we get to unpack. The storm is terrible. I was so scared, and felt horrible that we drug Chris into it all. I'm so sad not to be in Texas for Christmas, but we did everything we could and it just didn't work out. I'll tell you all Merry Christmas and we'll miss y'all when I can do it without crying. Love to all!


on the way to the airport - this was one of the good roads


waiting for Chris to come back


Outside our hotel room window that we paid for to sit in for approximately 2 hours.