I haven't blogged too much lately. Mostly because there hasn't been too much blog-worthy stuff going on. Also because I didn't want to. We spent a couple more weeks in Arizona and we don't have any pictures to show for it. Not that we didn't do anything fun - we had a big BBQ with the Brewer family and watched the BYU game. We got to go to a fancy dinner at Ruth's Chris thanks to Arizona Restaurant Week. We doubled with some friends there who just got engaged. We just didn't take any pictures. But just to make sure that this trip got documented, I'll tell you our best and worst parts of the traveling adventure.
Favorite: We're at the airport headed to the hottest place on earth (AZ) and standing in the security screening line. Our airport has implemented some of the body scanners as opposed to the metal detectors. One of the differences for passengers is that they have to take EVERYTHING out of their pockets. Paper, chapstick, everything. A gentleman in front of us yells out at the TSA guy, "I have WAY too much cash in this wallet to put it onto the belt. I will NOT put it through the scanner." So TSA obliges the man and figures something else out to get him through security. Carl, the lady behind us, and I are all chuckling about this idiot. Is it really safer to YELL out to everyone in the airport that you have bucketloads of cash on your person than to just let it go through the scanners where you're away from it for 30 seconds and can practically watch it the whole time? People are dumb.
Least favorite: It was hot, hot, hot in Arizona for those two weeks. Breaking records for mid-September at 108 almost every day. We were really looking forward to getting back home into a little cooler, fall weather. When we're touching down in Baltimore, the pilot tells us the temperature there is 95 degrees. Ugh. But it gets better. When we get home, we start unpacking and whatnot when we realize our house is really hot. We set the AC to 80 while we were gone but it was hotter than that. Why wasn't the air conditioning kicking on? Oh. It's because it's broken. Luckily we got it fixed the next morning but who would have thought our first night home we'd be wishing we were back in Arizona where we could at least sleep comfortably thanks to air conditioning. It's like rain on your wedding day. Or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
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