The Cure for Boredom is Curiosity.

We weren't home on Friday when Patty called. She left a message.
The question du jour - Where are we going to meet at LAX?
The common sense answer would be - At the gate where we leave LAX.

RTL tried to call her mom on Saturday before she left for Mexico. She didn't answer any of the phones, so talking to the mother was left to me. No, I did not try to call her yesterday afternoon or anytime today. I do some crazy stuff, but I'm not that crazy. Patty called while I was eating dinner tonight. There wasn't much of a hello because she is FREAKING OUT. It is understandable that she doesn't want to sit in the gate area from 3:30 to 11:30. Well, 3:30 to 6:30 by herself, but shouldn't she be old enough to entertain herself?

She's terrified of having to change terminals. She doesn't want to have to re-check her bags. Can she leave the gate area after she's gone through security? She wants to be able to go through the shops. Can she go ahead and check her bags when she gets there? Does she have to go straight through security after she checks in? Oh the headache. My job is to go to the LAX website and check to make sure that there are shops on the other side of security and to tell her whether she is going to have to change terminals or not. I am too nice. And I have to call her tomorrow. Imagine the happy look on my face. Even better visual, in one of the Addams Family movies, Wednesday goes to camp and they tell her to smile for a picture. Yep, that's the happy look I'm wearing right about now.

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Ignore the crazy woman mother.