Coming home today...uh, PSYCH

So I was supposed to come home today.  We pull up to the airport entrance to see this:

One side of the road was blocked off because it was broken up.  Police and a towtruck watched to make sure that cars didn't get stuck. 
So after forging across the river, we get a call from dad saying that my flight has been cancelled.  But we still needed to go in to reschedule and that kind of sort. 
We get in looking like half blown half drenched rats. 

And so we waited in line.

For an hour...and didn't move.

There was only one lady handling our line and there were two men holding it up because I guess they wanted to leave today. 
To top things off, I took dramamine before we left on our hour drive.  I was about sleeping on my feet.  Once the two men moved, the line started moving.  Course, we didn't stand there without being entertained.  A huge cricket had made its way into the airport.  First, a lady slightly tapped it with her foot squashing its juice out of its limp crunchy body.  And then a pretty pretty tall man finished it off by walking across not noticing that he just murdered a innocent bug. 
So we got to listen to the commentary on the bug. 
Once we got up to the desk, we had to figure out whether or not my flights would get me home.  We decided it would be best to wait till tomorrow. 
So then we headed back home.  After nodding on and off on the ride home, I crawled into bed and slept.  I had woken up at 2 or 3 because of the tornado sirens.  Thankfully, it was north of us.
So we're gonna try again tomorrow:)