B and M are pretty much ready at 6am, so I rush around getting the dogs out, fed, konged and then get dressed.
We drag the two huge suitcases to the truck and drive to the airport.
They check the bags and get their boarding passes, then go to Starbucks and get something to drink. We pretty much just sit there in silence because B is sad that he's leaving us, and M is ... who freakin knows.
We slowly walk to the security checkpoint and hug good bye, then watch them go through the line. The TSA guy was nice and let them cut to the first class security line which was much shorter, we wave and run to the car.
We get home, fully expecting to find a box or two of apples in the guestroom. Typically when they leave stuff, they just leave it in the guestroom as a "surprise"... hey SURPRISE if I don't go back in there for a week and find rotted apples. This time... nothing. No apples.
They hauled 4 huge boxes of apples, bragged about what a treat they would be for us, then didn't leave any. They are hauling 4 boxes of apples to Missouri that have been sitting in boxes for a week, then in a suitcase for a week to give to relatives there apparently.
Whatever.
Bliss returns to our home.
