Matt and I arrived in Florida bleary eyed and tired after a long red eye with a connecting flight in Chicago. The first flight from SFO to Chicago took about 4 1/2 hours and we had a chatty kathy behind us - a man who was determined to talk the whole way to his old old mother who was going bald and didn't give a shit about what he was saying. The second flight from Chicago to Ft Lauderdale we managed to get in a few zz's but were stuck in the seats behind the only noisemaker on the flight - a baby that cried THE WHOLE 2 1/2 HOURS. ugh. I felt for the parents, but I felt more for us. :) After Matt's parents picked us up we drove to Delray Beach and slept for about 5 hours. We met up with his family and had a really lovely Easter dinner at a fancy country club(we hadn't eaten for about 24 hours and were starving!).

My most favorite parts of the trip so far have been the following:
1. On the plane Matt had a freakishly long nosehair that he gave me permission to pluck (the first and most likely last time I'm allowed this priveledge). I grabbed a hold and with great zeal I made an attempt to pull out the errant hair. Unfortunately all I succeeded in was to cause a great deal of nose pain for my boy and for the next 5 minutes all he could say was, "WHY???? WHY?????????? OH WHY??????" and he retreated back into his window seat. hehehehe.

2. After dinner Matt and I said goodnight to his parents and proceeded up the outdoor stairs to our room on the second floor. After many altitude changes and a full dinner I was feeling quite gassy. Matt, ever the gentleman, allowed me up the stairs first. About 1/4 way up the stairs I emitted the largest, longest fart of my entire life. It sounded like an elephant had trumpeted through the African plains. The Great Fart echoed through the stairway and I imagine his parents heard even with their door closed. It was so great.. I laughed so hard I barely made it to the room.