O'Hare, oh boy

After a mere 5.5 hour flight delay, I arrived at grandmother's house at two o'clock in the morning. Needless to say, there was no Tex-Mex yesterday. I hate air travel. I used to really like it, but it just seems to bloat and become more complex with every passing day. And there is never any food!

My grandfather is sitting next to me watching Fox News. My grandmother was talking about how much they enjoy their new Netflix subscription (my one good gift idea smashed!). They use it to order Jeff Foxworthy videos. Ah, Texas.