If I was the suspicious type, I would suspect that Houston's G. Bush Intercontinental Airport has got something personal against my man. Perhaps we should not have mocked its namesake as much as we did, back in the day.
On the way to Mexico on the weekend, the Spousal Unit was delayed in Houston for 8 hours,on the same day that a blogger friend was also cooling her heels in the exact same airport, on what would turn out to be a 40-hour trip home from Mexico. So I guess he was lucky.
Today, he was delayed at G Bush Intercon for 3.5 hours.
Interestingly, the Air Canada flight tracker still shows the flight as leaving and arriving on time. It's airline magic!
The SRK is now in serious needs of those belly rubs that only her daddy can give.
In much cheerier news, I was chuffed to see my byline in today's Calgary Sun. I'll be contributing to a regular feature all about the National Music Centre which will grace the Show Biz section every Friday. I'll be darkening those pages about every two weeks, but you should pick up the Calgary Sun every Friday to learn about all the cool goings on.