California 2K3 - Day 1 (Page 1)

James strolls through the halls of Chicago's O'Hare Airport with a grin on his face, obviously not realizing that it is still early in the morning. But he's used to this (he starts work at like 7:00 am Monday - Friday), so I understand. You wouldn't catch me smiling this early in the morning. That James has character.

I'm going to print this out, frame it, and title it "Scott and the Airplane" so I can have my snobby rich British friends over for tea and pastries, where they will remark on my tasteless and tacky wall decorations. And people wonder why we dislike those British people. 

Timmy, sweet Timmy. Where do I start with this one? I guess he's doing some Cirque du Soliel position, but that would be just a little bit too weird, even for this kid. I then cam to the conclusion that it doesn't matter what he is doing, let's just let Timmy be Timmy.

Like an elderly person on Medicare, Tim takes out his teeth to enjoy his Cinnabon. Sounds odd, doesn't it? For those of you who don't know (or have forgotten), our family was in a car accident when Tim was 10. His mouth collided with the dashboard, and ensured himself a lifetime's worth of dental problems. Two of his front teeth are missing, and he wears this retainer that has two fake teeth in it. He has to take it out when he eats, So now you understand the old man reference.

The other 3/5 of the family are obviously excited about riding escalators. I don't know how they can not be. I mean look at them! Look at how cool they are! They get you where you are going, yet they are powerful enough to suck you under!

Well, it was about noon (California time), and we already had been up for over 6 hours. That was enough to send some of us (mainly me) into a psychotic rage, where anger makes me turn into a big green monster, and smash things with my might. The kids didn't mind at all, and James even let the dog (Molly) lay on his lap. That's a tough feet for someone who is allergic to dog hair, believe you me.

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