Read these photos as you would a book and you will glean several bits of information:
First, my mom is a Pilates superstar. Though she was sad about my departure, and tired from helping me pack my suitcases all afternoon, her core is tight and her breathing right on.
Second, my parents have interesting ways of expressing themselves - they use stuffed rabbits (named Jack and Jill) to "personify" their emotions. Here it is clear that they love and will miss their daughter.
Third, my mom sadly, did not get to come to the airport. But more happily, Alex did. Observe the three of us standing there, with two suitcases.
Fourth...oh wait...is something wrong here? Why am I standing with only one suitcase? Why does my face look sad?
Yes, that is right. British Airways lost my suitcase -- it made it to Heathrow, but it didn't make it to the baggage claim.
I am still waiting for its return, and have nothing more to say on the manner.
11 comments:
Oh my goodness. I can't believe it. I have a theory: Your suitcases hate you. That is why they keep running away from you whenever you let them out. In my opinion, you should definitely purchase new travel companions.
Yes, but your new haircut still looks sassy. Priorities!
Kat,
Although I do not know you (except from Becca saying that you are a dear Biola friend!) I think your theory is quite right. Here they have been saying this whole summer that flying is horrible because of delays and cancellations. Well, I say that suitcases are the real problem. *sigh* Bex, if only you could Disapparate like Harry with suitcases in hand...or better yet, go through Diagon Alley to get onto the Hogwarts Train. Wizard's travel methods seem much more reliable.
another LOST SUITCASE!!!! Agh....
But the hair makes up for it:) Cute hair Bec!
Glad your posting again after your summer hiatus. Oxford, huh? Cute hair. Have fun!!
Bex, I just tagged you on my blog to post your 4 favorite recipes... that means canned pork and beans and all... hehehehehehe *insert wicked laugh here*
Ahhh! I can't believe another suitcase of yours was absconded with! I love you and hope you are a flourishing flower despite your transplant in to the chilly northern soils of Oxford. Post more pictures, and learn to live among the gleaming spires! Oh, and eat a kebab for me. ;)
Our dear Becca Jane,
While high on a plane,
Her luggage escaped on a whim:
It spied the sea,
Cried "Well, yippee,
I think I'll go for a swim!"
But it got to Heathrow,
Where are, as you know,
pickpockets and gypsies and theives.
With whom the bad case
Ran off quick, post-haste
Forgetting the girl that it leaves,
Stranded and sad
(But stylishly clad!)
Her wandering suitcase without,
Till, after some play,
It returns right away
To Becca, and Oxford to pout.
AH THE HAIR! I love the hair!!
haha, I have to say this...I love the fact that ever time I have seen you/seen a picture of you since you got your luggage back you are wearing your beautiful red necklace... :) Way to not lose it again!
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