August 2006:

Setting: My family’s kitchen
Scenario: Dad has agreed to drive the Boyfriend and I to the airport for our Mexico vacation. The flight leaves from Love Field, which is about 30 minutes from our house. We are discussing what time to leave.

Dad: What time is your flight?
Me: 8 a.m.
Dad: Ok, what time do you want to leave here?
Me: Hm . . . *to The Boyfriend* what do you think?
The boyfriend: *tentatively* Leave here at about 5:30 a.m.?
Dad: *Makes that face of his where he raises his eyebrows and looks at you like you have lost your mind*
Me: Ok. Can you drop him off at the airport at 5:30 and come back to pick me up at about 6:30?
Dad: Hell no.

We left closer to 6:30 since we were only going to Houston then leaving from there for the “international” portion of our flight.

January 1, 2009

Setting: My family’s kitchen
Scenario: Dad and Bradley are frying a turkey, a Rose Bowl tradition I was NOT going to miss. It’s not out of the fryer at 2:20 p.m. My flight back to D.C. leaves at 4:17 from DFW 15 minutes from my house. The Boyfriend is there to say goodbye. Obviously he is aware of the time.

Mum: Don’t worry about it, Boyfriend! *shakes head* I know what you are thinking, but we know how to get to the airport. Trust me.
The Boyfriend: Oh, I know!

I ate my turkey, McKatie came home from work, and were all in the car at 3:00 p.m. I was sitting at my gate, past security, by 3:20 p.m. Boo-yah!

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Scenario: The Boyfriend calls the last night he is in Texas before going to bed. He leaves to go to the airport early in the morning.

Me: What time are you going to the airport? About the same time I was eating turkey at my house?
The Boyfriend: Slightly earlier than that.

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