Missouri Adventure

Our youngest daughter is a singer/songwriter and performs in an all girl bluegrass band. They were performing this past week in Branson, Missouri and so we decided to spend the weekend there. We got out of bed at 3am Saturday morning to shower, finish packing and drive to the airport. Our flight was supposed to land in Branson at 11am, but due to bad weather (and the fact that the Branson airport has no radar), we were diverted to Kansas City, removed from the plane and asked to wait. After a couple of hours, we were told the plane was returning to Atlanta and our flight had been cancelled. That was the bad news. The good news? They were securing a bus to take us on to Branson. The bad news? The bus only had 47 seats. There were 108 of us on the plane!! Just about then, two couples from Miami asked if we wanted to go in on a van that would take us to Branson. We climbed aboard the van with them and another family of four from Virginia. The good news!!.....The bad news?? We were introduced to our Somalian driver who didn't speak English. By now I was so tired, my brain wasn't functioning properly. "Great", I thought, "a Somalian pirate"!! I started planning how we could take him out if he pulled over and tried to rob us. The drive was four hours. We looked like a bunch of bobble-head dolls as we snoozed through the ride. We finally arrived in Branson 8 hours after our scheduled arrival and as we bid our fellow passengers goodbye, I reminded them what Kermit the Frog used to say, "There isn't a word yet, for old friends you've just met!" The next two days were spent in Silver Dollar City enjoying the band perform on stage. We flew back home last night and as we walked off the plane I asked my husband if he could take one more piece of bad news.....I had lost our parking ticket. The good news? We finally made it home to our very own bed! ZzZzZzZz