Horrible Nightmare! No Ninjas.

Horrrrrrrrible Nightmare!  Treked to the airport.  Waited for hours (Sky Club - there were cocktails, so this wasn't the bad part).  I was sooo excited to go to Luxembourg, the following week I was going to get to ride the huge beer (I know the name - just know I have no chance of spelling it at 4:30 am) horsies through the  Swiss Alps.

Asked for directions to the 1st class security/boarding area (cuz, Hey! It's my freakin dream - you can ride economy in your dream if you are on a dream budget)

Was searching for my boarding pass, and realized I FORGOT MY FREAKIN PASSPORT!!!!!!

I didn't have a meltdown, which is the only saving grace.  I was UNHAPPY, but went home to replan. 

There was a bit more, mostly unrelated - and boring as H.E.dublehockeystixxx.  That last word was more exciting than the end of the dream.  No Pirates or Ninjas.

You are Welcome. Again

So, yeah - me and my mom just totally foiled a terrorist plot, armed only with witty banter.  Oh, I had a sharp steak knife.  Perhaps the steak knife was there only to show how freakin dangerously cool I was, as I clambered across a large shattered wooden rowboat, like a pirate born on the savage seas. 

The only bummer was that the code for the free movies we were planning on going to was on the terrorist's needlepoint project that was confiscated by the govt taskforce that cleaned up the scene.  Bastards.  Agent Mom was trying to weasel out of the movies, since we didn't have the free code.  Damn.

BTW: Strawberry Angelfood cake is kinda like non crunchy cotton candy that doesn't melt in your mouth.