The good news – we’re not on the No Fly List. Yet.

We arrived in Atlanta for the Romance Writers of America convention. Honest to Zeus, it’s a freaking miracle.

We arrived at our local airport with lots of time, which was a good thing because we were held up in security for over an hour. AN HOUR! We were within a hairs breath of missing our plane. When the Delta woman – who was a total bitch, we’d like to add – told us she wasn’t holding the plane for us after she and the TSA people caused the whole problem, suffice it to say things went down hill from there. We arrived in Atlanta after they pulled half our luggage off the plane, and we didn’t get to come with the swag we spent hours and a small fortune and possible tendinitis assembling. It’s outrageous and the people from Delta are going to hear from us, you can be assured. Possibly from our lawyer. The whole debacle would have been almost funny if I wasn’t so near strangling someone during the actual event. Every single person in that airport who possessed a necktie was gathered around, discussing our situation, and frowning. The people who work for TSA and Delta Airlines have absolutely no sense of humor, and we weren’t being particularly funny.

You know who’s funny? John Mulaney who also hates Delta airlines. Check it out.

Then we got to Atlanta and the Marriott screwed up our reservations.

When we finally got an acceptable room, I nearly knocked myself unconscious mistaking a cabinet door for a drawer. I’m certain I’ll have a mark on my forehead in the morning.

We do think there is a time warp or a worm hole or something in the Atlanta airport. If anyone else has experienced this phenomenon please let us know. We’ve never experienced baggage arrived so quickly to a carousal. It was flat out weird.