Hey everybody! I'm writing this from the airport in Paris, because we've still got about 1 hour and 35 minutes until out flight takes off. Why are we sitting idly in this lounge trying (in vain) to exchange dollars for euros and amuse ourselves by annoying each other when we should be high in the air on our to Florence? That's a really good question. An even better question is, do I know the answer? Well I think I do, and here it is...or at least, my version.

Our flight from LA to Paris was pretty good, considering. OK, two TVs were broken and sleep was hard to come by, but that's not really so bad. About an hour before we landed, Mommy got into her pessimistic mood and started to tell Daddy that we were never going to make the plane to Florence because we were soooooo late coming in. (Not to mention that we landed on an abandoned freeway and had to drive in to the airport!). The only problem was, she was right! We ran as fast as we could to the passport place, but we knew it was no use. Still, we persisted in our valient efforts to board the plane (after all, our luggage was on there!). I ran like a crazy person, my sweater half off and Blankie dangling dangerously close to the floor. But we were too late. After all of our hard work and effort, we won't leave Paris until 15:50...1 hour and 20 minutes from now.

And that, everyone, is why I am sitting uselessly in the middle of a Parisian airport, waiting for a ride that should have started 2 hours and 25 minutes ago, trying to think up an ending for this blog.