The first time I heard that we had paper tickets for our flight to Barcelona was about 20 minutes after we left for the airport. It was near midnight. The house was locked up tight and the security system was armed. This may not seem like a problem until you realize that I had assumed that the tickets were paperless and had printed what I thought was a boarding pass from off the Internet. It wasn’t until my boyfriend asked about the tickets in the car that we realized that we were quickly going to have to turn around and have to break into my house. He swears he told me when the tickets arrived in the mail, I rejected that notion. He of course blamed me for my semi-ADD inattention, and I of course blamed him for not telling me and hiding them. I think he won though, cause I had laryngitis and could not yell. Thank God for a great friend who got up at after midnight to drive over a spare key, and Chris’s great sister-in-law who surprisingly took it all well even though it added about 40 extra minutes to her airport drop off journey (which was already going to take about 3 hours – eek). She secretly did not hold it against me though because she knew that it was all Chris’s fault! Apparently she has seen what he is capable of in these situations. He is the type that my father would say that “he would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on so tight”. OK, maybe that was a bit bad. Bad Becky! Very bad Becky! In the end did it really matter? Nah. We still got little sleep and were frantic to the very end packing, but at least I figured that out they still make paper tickets and that boyfriends are good at hiding them, before standing in line at the U.S. Airways ticket counter at 4 A.M. and being denied a flight.