So, thinking I had such successes with the last two flights we embarked upon, I decided to fly solo with Maya 6, Trina 1, and Lila 1, from Minneapolis to San Diego.  The flight is but 3 ½ hours, and the way I think about it, they are only 3½ hours out of my whole entire life.  My oh my, how 3 ½ hours can last and last and last... I was lucky in that the worst for my neighbors was the non-stop kicking of two of their seats (I apologized in advance) and one fourth of a grilled cheese sandwich hurled across the aisle and up one row to a grumpy old man.  He lived.  The twins were unruly.  They didn't want to sleep, they didn't want to sit with Mom, they didn't want to keep their voices low, they threw pretzels, Triscuits, and grilled cheese everywhere... It wasn't pretty.  We finally arrived (as the flight attendants gathered the empty vodka containers of most everyone around us!) and waited patiently to be the last ones off the plane.  I (with my purse, two carry-on backpacks, and a carseat in hand) pushed my tribe up on ahead of me trying to reach the exit ramp where our double stroller awaited us.   Lo and behold... No double stroller (can you feel my heart sinking?).  I helplessly search around for help and find the lone flight attent who had served (or shall I say endured) us the entire flight.  I told her our double stroller was MIA.  She opened the door to the outside ramp to speak with the baggage carrier who promptly carried up my stroller in one hand and the front left wheel of my stroller in the other hand (Now can you feel my heart sinking?).  Now, imagine me balancing two crying 1 year olds in a broken stroller, carrying a purse, two carry-on backpacks, a carseat, and trying to get my 6 year old to stop dawdling all the way to the baggage claim.  Can you?  Can you imagine?  So, I get my bags off the conveyor belt, then I leave my friends who have come for us with my bags and the babies in the stroller as I head for the damage claim center.  Suddenly, I hear my babies screaming bloody you know what!  I turn back, and the stroller has tipped on it's side and the babies are fallen over the edge yet stuck by their feet in the stroller!!! 

End of story.  We make it home, I file a claim, and SunCountry gives me a lousy $60 toward the purchase of a new double stroller.  So here I am, no husband, no car, three small children, a check for $60 which will arrive in 2-4 weeks, and no stroller.  It was 70 and sunny today though.  Things could be a lot worse.