Fun fact of the day: My dog will take crackers from you and bury them like a bone. She also waits until you stop watching her so you won't know where she buries them. I'm not quite sure why exactly she does it, but I'd like to think there is a hidden cache of saltines underneath a tree she likes to snack on from time to time.
Instead of taking one plane, I'm taking two. The first one I'm taking from Detroit is going to Chicago...literally fifteen minutes. The other flight is two hours after I get there, and only an hour until I reach my destination: Vinton, Iowa. Is it odd that I'm taking two or is that just how airlines work? I would have thought that I only needed to take one plane.
I suppose this is practice for my lack of flying. Wheee!