Fake Flying Fork

Blurb my brain:
Greetings from the same damn place I was last night. Funny story.

I get to the airport at 1210, because my flight left for Minneapolis at 130. I stand in the line of 20 people, and they get to me and I do the self check in desk. I enter my itinerary number and they tell me that they can't find me. So the agent comes over, grabs my ID and tries to look me up. "you're not booked on this flight" BUT MY HUSBAND BOOKED ME FOR TODAY, the 23rd! Sorry. Just a second I am gonna log in and see what i can find.

*meanwhile* I am texting David saying "wtf is going on with this, dear" AND I am calling Expedia.

*suddenly* "LMFAO babe you don't fly out til the 26th. You dont leave til Tuesday."

#embarassed

So I called my mom to pick me up again. Whatever. Lol. Luckily the only one who will likely see me again is the agent. Maybe he won't remember me in 3 days.

I tell my Twinsie this story, and she proceeds to call me a dork.

Except Twinsie's phone autocowrecks EVERYTHING. So the message came out "oh! Sweetheart! You're a fork but I love you. Yes. Fork."

So I thought I was goig to be a flying fork. I was just a fake.