Home invasion

George called me from work yesterday at like 11am to say he was going to be going to Chicago. And his flight was leaving at 5pm. Fun! Yesterday was not the day to be upsetting my fruit basket. I had class at 6pm and we had a butt-load of workers invading our house. Apparently our downstairs bathroom toilet was about to fall through the floor, so we had the floor replaced. I know it was necessary, but it was such a pain. The noise, and not being able to nurse Lucy in my favorite spot on the sofa due to the constant parade of men through my living room and the front door being wide open. I got really fed up and told the workers to stop smoking on my front porch because the smell was stinking up the house every time they opened the front door. They thought they were being polite since the door was closed (part of the time). I was about to flip out! Honestly! I'm not even going to go into how much that ticked me off!
Anyway...George came home early and packed. We took the Little Two to Waffle House for lunch. George's favorite restaurant is pretty much Waffle House. He says the overall grossness adds to the flavor. Yum. Mostly I was just glad to get away from the stressfulness of having lots of strangers in my house.
Lucky for me, my mom was able to drop everything and come over to watch all the kids for me so I could go to class at 6.
George called from the airport later to say that he got his toothpaste confiscated because it wasn't travel size. What stinks is that it's a brand new tube. Now I don't doubt that some idiot has probably tried to hijack a plane with a tube of toothpaste before - certainly McGyver could do it! - but the likelihood of that happening is pretty slim, I'd say.