About as much fun ....

... as I've had in a long time, getting my 18 and 19 year-old-sons up and out of the house to catch a flight to visit their dad's parents for Christmas in Florida - when one of them had been out drinking till 2:30 a.m. and slept in his clothes, and the other is usually loud and often bad-tempered (and both probably have good doses of what my mom always called the Christmas whimwams (that my bro was writing about recently, but can't find it)

And then, of course, as it turned out they have now been sitting in the airport for over 3 hours, fogged in. I guess it's not as bad as Heathrow ; yesterday's amusing headline was something like "stranded travelers buy out the shops in London's Heathrow Airport. But still.

And, as children of divorced parents, this is getting to be the culmination of their required Christmas visits - too bad things could not have gone a little smoother.