Baby Lawyers Attain Astonishing New Levels of Incompetence

Sadly, the plot thickens. Summ called me late this morning from the airport--she missed her flight. So she's not going down until tomorrow now. And of course we have no way of contacting Geoff, who apparently has no phone service in Mexico and--I can only imagine--is currently wandering around the Cancun airport looking for Summ, who was supposed to land at 3 pm. The airline refused to deliver a message to him (which is so stupid, how hard would it be to catch him as he walks off the plane?). I can only hope that he managed to arrive in Cancun unscathed--for all I know he might be in Fairbanks right now. Better still, Summ and I are the only ones with directions to the little house on Isla where we are staying. There is no address. In fact, we did not give Geoff any of the directions to get to the island and to find the house once he gets there. So I'm not quite sure what my good pal G is going to do but I sure hope he thinks to check his e-mail. He is so incredibly laid back that he will probably wait for hours before he gives up on finding Summ.

And we want to be lawyers.