So, last week Dan and I flew up to Boston to spend Thanksgiving with his family. It was probably the most stressful trip of our lives, including the time we got robbed in Costa Rica. Why? So many reasons. But let me just say that missing a flight during holiday season is the worst thing ever. We missed our flight by seconds, got stranded in the airport for about 9 hours, and missed Thanksgiving dinner. Yeah. While most of you were feasting on turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce, Dan and I were picking at greasy airport pizza and kung pao chicken. Sigh. I know we have a lot to be thankful for — each other, wonderful families, the cats, a roof over our heads...
