Thanksgiving Day

We planned a perfect Thanksgiving Day. We were going to stay up all night and fly out of London at 6:30 am Thanksgiving morning. We'd have a quick layover in Frankfurt, then sleep all the way to Portland, arriving at noon. We would drive to Eastern Washington just in time for Thanksgiving dinner with my sister Tami's family. That would have been nice!

Here's what really happened: We got so tired Wednesday night that we decided to take a couple of hours nap. We woke up in a frenzie, slept the first flight, and then were completely out of it in Frankfurt. We grabbed a bite to eat and took our time, not realizing that there was an hour time change from England. We missed our flight by five minutes. We ended up having to wait for three hours to fly to Washington Dulles. While trying to sleep during the long flight, I was apparently disrupting the lady behind me. She kept shoving my seat forward. At one point, she started yelling at me, waking up half of the airplane. We had to get the head flight attendant involved so he could tell her that I was allowed to lean my seat back the whole flight. This made sleeping difficult. We finally made it to Portland eight hours later than planned. We missed Thanksgiving dinner. So bummed. When we showed up in Portland, we took a bus out to our car rental place. When we finally got out there, we were informed that our car was given away and there were no cars in all of Portland for us to rent. We ended up walking to a hotel and found a rental in the morning.