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Friday, My sister's here, and there's gonna be trouble (hey laaa, hey laaa. . .) Yes, the Stacinator is currently curled up on the couch in two comforters and a collection of pillows, snoring away her unexpected jaunt to Shreveport, Louisiana. You read that correctly. For those of you who were watching weather reports today, you may have noticed that a hellacious storm system moved across the southwest and midwest today. Unbeknownst to me, my beloved sister was flying in the middle of it. Her plane was supposed to land at DFW around 8:15 pm, but wound up getting diverted to Shreveport because they were running out of fuel and couldn't land due to weather conditions. Whooee. I was sitting there, imagining her banging on the cockpit door, "HEY, SHITHEAD, I DON'T WANNA GO TO LOUISIANA! Do I LOOK like I eat crawfish? Get me the hell to Dallas and OFF THIS PLANE!" Have I mentioned Stacy's problem with motion sickness. Yeah, exactly. In the meantime, I was sitting at the gate, listening to the other waiting greeters' ever-increasing array of things they were going to do to the airline if they had to wait there another hour (we were told at first that the plane would be delayed until 9:00 pm, then to 10:30 pm, then a very brave man came out and said, "Maybe 11:10 pm, but they also might wind up staying in Shreveport overnight, too"). Around 11:40, the plane finally pulled up to the gate and disgorged a huge amount of wan-looking passengers and my sister, who requested that we just go straight home so that she could crawl onto a couch and crash. Which is indeed what she's done, and since it's now 2:00 am it's what I should be doing myself, as I have to get up tomorrow and go in to the Toyota dealership to test drive a Tacoma. Night, all.
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