June 7, 2013
After flying solo for a week with the kids (and furry, four-legged child), I knew I had to fulfill Jeff's only request of me coming home.
Picking up some Popeye's chicken at the airport.
Even if it meant lugging my laptop, purse, and incredibly awkward to carry poster tube to the absolute furthest terminal possible, then back again carrying all of the previously mentioned plus a bag of chicken and a Dr. Pepper.
It was well worth watching the luggage attendant laugh at me, nearly dropping everything in my hands, and the smile from Jeff when I handed him his long-awaited dinner.
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