My sister is, at this very moment, in an airplane winging her way from Sedona, Arizona to Washington National Airport (and yes, I refuse to call it Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport because it's just too long and it still irritates me that Virginia tax dollars had to pay for all the signage changes necessitated by the act of Congress that changed the airport's name.... no, no resentment here, really).
My sister is coming!
My sister is coming!
Happy dances for everyone!
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