Cursed by the Airplane Gods

I seem to have the worst luck when it comes to flights. I woke up at 6:15 this morning, got out the door by 8:20, and began my drive to Boise to catch a flight to Seattle. My parents and I are going to IKEA after they pick me up from the airport and then I'm attending a friend's baby shower this Saturday. Needless to say, I was really excited when I left this morning, except for wishing Niklas could have gone with me. (He has a typical case of lots of homework on the 3-day weekend.)

Here's me driving down to Boise this morning:

Here was my view to the right:

Here was my view in front:

And here's me now:

Why the glum face? Upon checking in it turns out that my flight is 3.5 HOURS late! The plane had mechanical issues (not comforting) and instead of dropping some of its scheduled flights to make up for lost time, it simply delayed each and every one. I am both bummed and grumpy about this, as it seems I always happen to pick the flights that are delayed in the end. I'm also tired and ready for a nap, but having no husband to watch my stuff while I sleep, that won't be remedied for a few more hours. Overall, this delay means I'll be getting to bed a lot later tonight than I wanted because I have a pending project to get done by tonight.

And that is why the airplane gods hate me.