Our friend, Freeland should be with us right now- sitting by the fire, eating some warm stew, watching the snow dance outside the window. Instead, he's enjoying the luxuries of the Baltimore airport.
See, Freeland has an interview for med. school tomorrow. The plan was for him to land at 12:30 p.m. in Cleveland and drive to Erie to be with us at approximately 2:30 p.m. ish. Well, due to the weather outside being frightful and causing a few cancelled flights (NOT delightful), Freeland somehow ended up on a plane to Baltimore with a dying cell phone, no charger, and (worst of all) no IPOD! Poor guy, he's now been in airports/planes well over 12 hours. I'm sure Brooke will blog about it and give more details but HOPEFULLY he's boarding a plane at 8:15 to Cleveland and HOPEFULLY he'll be here by 11:00 p.m.
Side Note: Earlier, while talking on the phone to Brooke, she said, "I've never traveled at Christmas time but I always feel like its so crazy and things like this (Freeland's incident) always happen!" And that made me think of the movie Home Alone when the mom is trying to get back home from France so she can see Kevin and she has to ride in the back of that van with John Candy and his folk band. Then I pictured Freeland playing the tambourine in the back of a van with John Candy's band and it felt right, darnitt.
Right now, on the hour-by-hour weather forecast on weather.com it says "Blizzard" for Erie. And you thought it was just a shake at Dairy Queen... bum dum DUM.