D called today with the news that his flight got ticketed and he managed to use his miles to upgrade to First Class (note the capitals–first class doesn’t look as good as First Class) so he’ll be joining us “up front” on our trip to Hawaii next week. I had already booked my First Class ticket on miles (his miles–that’s why I married him) but his ticket is courtesy of the federal government and thus requires ticketing 20 minutes before departure and that he be seated in the middle seat on the last row right next to the lav.
After I booked my ticket, he said, “You booked a First Class ticket on my miles? You didn’t even try for a Business Class seat? You went right to First? Was Economy available?” Apparently his memory is short regarding our last flight with The Boy. I’m going to need all the free cocktails I can get and please keep them coming.
I was going to feel so bad for him if he was stuck in peasant class with the baby while I was sipping cham-pag-ne in First Class. Now we get to be one big happy family. However this has presented me with a dilemma. If my husband is sitting beside me on the plane, it forecloses all hope that this man will be sitting beside me in 1B. Damn.Share on Facebook