This year Air Canada lost my orange bag for 99 days. 99 days! Kudos to them, though, for returning it to me after three months. Three months! (I live in Toronto, Canada; I think they found it in Angola and it arrived at my home with an ironic RUSH ticket affixed to it). I admit I was so grateful to have the bag back with nothing missing that I thanked them profusely and kinda forgave them. So what if my bag was much worse for wear with a chunk torn out of it.
My sincere apologies! I've taken this long to blog about my Valentine's Day blind date because I didn't know exactly how to break the news to all of you. If you remember, back in February I wrote a blog post advertising the fact that I was a grandma looking for a grandpa to enjoy Valentine's Day with.
