I think the universe is trying to tell us not to go to Minnesota. Last night, Drew and I went to LAX for our flight to Minneapolis. We're still in LA. Our original flight was canceled due to a mechanical failure. Delta put us up at a nearby hotel, and we were supposed to fly out at 7am. And then that turned into 1pm. And now we're delayed until 5pm. The reason for the delay? The weather...in California, not Minnesota. Oh the irony. It is 55 and rainy here. Compared to where we're headed, it's paradise. But apparently, the weather is bad enough to cause delays. Upon hearing about the delay, my first thought was "I don't think I can repack everything in my suitcase so nice and neatly."
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