Heathrow and Brian is dying

By some miracle, and with help from airport personnel, we made it to the terminal. Yay, we're in London! There's lots of touristy chotke stuff. And I was all like "nah, that's for amateurs." And them I saw an adorable Paddington bear. I didn't buy him. Yet. We have 2 hours. I'm trying to stay strong.

Some of us (whose name rhymes with starvin') like to talk more than others while navigating this adventure. I am not so good at talking when I'm having a new and mildly stressful experience. That's ok. We love him anyways.

I don't know when exactly it started, but Brian is having a massive allergy attack. Not, like, Epipen massive, but it definitely looks like he's been crying. Poor thing.

We tried to pull cash out of an ATM. Neither of Brian's cards worked. Wife to the rescue, I brought cash and exchanged it. And he scoffed at me for bringing cash....

Brian just told me we didn't win the $590 million Powerball drawing. Boooooo. Whatever, we're in London.

:-)
J

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Location:Heathrow Airport