Southwest airlines officially hates us.
After our flight was delayed over 3 hours, we finally made it to Omaha to celebrate the 4th of July as well as my dad's birthday. I always have good luck flying, but if Dave goes anywhere on a plane the whole trip is usually destined for delays and change charges. I've learned my lesson, travel alone.
I couldn't help but notice that Dave seemed a tad bit distracted as we watched fireworks in my neighborhood. He then darted across the grass in a crouched tiger-like position. I was sure he had lost it. It wasn't until he started grasping at the air in front of his face that I finally figured out what the hell he was doing: firefly hunting. Apparently this Phoenix-native had never seen these flying beauts in person. So, we spent the rest of the night catching fireflys oblivious of the explosions that were going on above us.
The rest of the trip was just shenanigans at the lake. Who ever thought to put cup holders on the top of our kayaks is pretty cool in our book. And who could cap off a lake trip without any yoga on the dock?
We have officially started our pallet couch project with the purchase of a brand new sewing machine and some trendy out door fabric that really broke my bank account. This could be a long week. Cheers.