Things I observed during our 4 hours at Midway Airport:

• Eating smelly food + sitting by strangers (us, to be exact) = GROSS
• Being delayed over and over again seriously decreases your faith in Southwest Airlines
• Crazy ladies in white cut off shorts cussing into cell phones for over 30 minutes should NOT have kids. And this one did - two boys - they don't stand a chance.
• I heart Ben & Jerry's, hot wings and Amaretto Sours.
• Preppy families awaiting their flight to Providence are charming (read ridiculous, and with a Connecticut accent). But the daughter had cute, red shoes. The son, on the other hand, was dumb. And the cuteness of the shoes wore off after crazy, cut off shorts lady complimented them. So sad.
• Have you ever experienced the very end of existence - or at least the end of the terminal at the end of a wing at Midway airport? Wow...you feel as if you're going to fall off the face of the earth...or you already have...
• Having to walk barefoot through security is disturbing on so many levels.
• Paul refused to get an "I heart Chicago" t-shirt...he hates it here. Now I don't have a chance.
• An Ipod and a laptop would have come in handy during this time.
• Boob jobs on girls that are a size zero are ridiculous. They look as if they're going to capsize.
• I desperately appreciate well-mannered kids sitting still and staying quiet in airports. We only saw two of them...maybe there's still hope for our kids...
• Camouflage anything should be burned, unless you're hunting. And even then, it's ugly.
• If you speak another language, that's awesome. Just don't go screaming it into a cell phone while next to me. Thanks.
• Plaids and stripes DO NOT go together. I repeat - DO NOT.
• Airport food is expensive. Boo...
• Note to self - never accept a free alcoholic drink on an airplane, and especially not at 10:30 pm. Not a good combo.
• And finally, to the weirdo flirting with the flight attendants and watching Garbage Pail Kids - The Movie...no one wants to hear you. I promise. Especially not when there's a screaming baby behind me, and two strangers talking it up on the other side of me. Get a clue - too much talky talky.

Needless to say, I'm glad I wasn't sitting in this predicament by myself. Paul was truly a sanity-saver...and I think we actually had some fun while sitting there. We didn't get home till 12:00ish last night (or this morning, rather) so sorry for the delay. Thanks for reading!