This is Cheryl. Caroline had a rather eventful day. She woke around 7am, completed some Sponge Bob puzzles, and then downed her customary two waffles smothered in butter and syrup. We then scored Daddy a bagel with cream cheese, lox, capers, onions, and tomatoes and stocked up on new bagels for the week. Next we went to see Surf's Up. I thought it was absolutely fantastic, even though Caroline seemed to miss the finer points. Perhaps the documentary style wasn't really aimed at the toddler audience.

This afternoon, we managed to actually find my lost suitcase at GSO, which was pretty freakin' sweet, and then we hit the park for some bike time. Caroline declared that she "rides awesome" (sic), and I have to agree. She's now watching some BC (that's Blue's Clues for the uninitiated) and getting ready for bed.

I'm getting ready for the last-ever episode of the brilliant HBO series The Sopranos. Over dinner and drinks on Friday night, I discussed with my similarly stranded co-workers* paying homage to Tony by wearing a bathrobe and slippers and carrying a Star Ledger through DTW. On Saturday am, cooler heads prevailed. I will instead pay homage to Tony tonight by thinking about raw meat and having a panic attack and then taking the cash register at the Bing and beating the f*^&#*^ing dickens out of the bouncer when he looks at me funny. Caroline does not approve of this course of action, but it just feels right.

*I was supposed to come home from my Detroit trip on Friday afternoon, but our flight was cancelled. We all had separate flights back home to various North Carolina airports through various other cities on Saturday. Mine was the latest. The thought of walking through security in a robe and slippers looking completely dissheveled was hilariousafter a couple glasses of wine. It wasn't quite that funny on Saturday when I faced 8 hours of stand-by attempts and renting a car and driving all the way back to Winston. It's funny again now, though. Still, glad I played it straight.