Saturday morning my husband received a phone call from the Greyhound bus station in Grand Junction, Colorado. They claimed to have the lost luggage (see post below). How, a week after being in Denver it ended up in Grand Junction rather than St. Louis, no one knows, but they were going to ship it to St. Louis free of charge (yeah, what a deal, huh?). It was due to arrive the next morning. My husband went down to the bus station yesterday. Spent two hours waiting for the bus. No luggage but no buses either. He's headed down there again this morning. I'm optimistic. I'll keep you posted; keep your fingers crossed.
I'm recovering from an amazing weekend with the Pulpwood Queens (I'll be posting scoop and PICTURES!!!!) later today.
I'm also recovering from the Packers' loss last night--but, to keep things in perspective, what a fabulous season Brett and the boys had. If anyone had suggested they'd be playing deep into January for a trip to the Superbowl, no one would have believed it.