Flying the Unfriendly Skies Courtesy of United Airlines

Maybe Katherine had some kind of premonition when she told everyone we were going to Denmark instead of Denver because we had enough time to get to Europe and back in the amount of time it took us to get back from Colorado yesterday/today.

18 hours. Eighteen. That's how long it was from the time we arrived at the airport yesterday morning until we got home at 3 a.m. this morning. I'll spare you the details of the events that transpired to create this nightmare - most of you have horrible travel stories of your own. But, if you're lucky, your story didn't include:

1. An 11 year old who never so much as napped one second during the entire misadventure - even during the one hour taxi ride from the airport we landed in to the airport we were supposed to land in - the one where our car and luggage were, which was followed by another hour long drive home from there.

2. A 2 year old. Need I say more?

3. An 8 year old who, as her sister stated near the end of the day, had "anger issues". (This from our usually calm, steady, reliable child.)

4. A husband who, in an effort to remain calm in circumstances that would test any member of the Patient Club - one in which he certainly doesn't have a membership - had a vein that had popped out on the side of his head that had me envisioning an aneurysm or something before we arrived home.

When I've had time to recover, I'll share some pictures from our trip. (Prior to our arrival at the airport yesterday, we really did have a great time.) But I have so much coffee in me today, it's better that I don't try to operate the camera, or, for that matter, any other heavy or light equipment.