I'm glad I'm not flying out to visit my sister tomorrow morning. The lead story on the news here in Chicago is that Midway Airprot is in lockdown right now. No planes coming in or out, as a baggage screener saw an image of a grenade in a suitcase. The terminals were emptied, the bag was grabbed, the owner was pulled... And it turns out they grabbed the wrong bag and the wrong man. So now they're looking for both. Yay? So the airport's been closed since about 7:30 or so, which means that the place is going to be a zoo tomorrow while they get the flights sorted out. Hopefully things will calm down by the time I fly on Wednesday. Ack.
In other news, it's about time I fessed up my shameful secret. Every week, after
Everwood or
Jack & Bobby ends, I wait with baited breath for the WGN News at Nine. Why? For my TV boyfriend,
Juan Carlos. Oh, Juan Carlos, you are so sexy. That grin! That barrel chest! That mole on your face! You're like Enrique Iglesias, but sexier. Oh, Juan Carlos!
Yes, I am joking.
But I'm not joking about James Marsters in that
The Mountain preview, which I just saw for the first time. Good. Lord. And
jrs1980 is totally right about his weirdo sorta-Brit-wannabe accent. "Ohi feel a high five comin' ohn!" Eeeek.