I just got off the phone with Ricky who had called early cause he would be indisposed the rest of the night and so we would not be able to talk later. I swear I heard a lady on a loud speaker saying something about arriving in Los Angeles and other flight attendant like info, but Ricky had some fishy excuse about announcements at the Pentagon, blah, blah, blah. Then he abruptly had to get off the phone.
I think Ricky is on a plane coming home tonight instead of tomorrow. He is going to surprise me. Except, it won't be a surpise. But how sweet to try! I WILL be surprised if he isn't home tonight and i'll feel real foolish. But right now, I feel so giddy I could clean with joy and gladness the mess that Oliver is making under my desk. I could even do the mopping that I didn't do yesterday and fold the laudry that has been calling to me for the past few days.
I did a quick check of the United Airlines website and found out flight 951 is leaving Dulles for LAX at 5:29 (2:29 our time). Crossing my fingers that Ricky is on that flight.
