a style blog by Kiley Stenberg
I think I have a rain cloud following me. After the colossal missed vacation (which we’re still in a war with Delta about), things have just been off all week. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend winding down and catching up. Hot yoga, writing some thank you notes, trying out the new flat iron Misikko sent me, and sadly unpacking the bag for the vacation that never happened are all on my to-do list this weekend. (and maybe whipping up another batch of cake batter dip!)
As a huge fan of any cake or cookie flavored treats, I about did back flips when I spotted this recipe on Pinterest for…cake batter dip. I had been waiting for the perfect time to make it, so last weekends impromptu trip to the lake with a group of friends seemed like the perfect setting. Combine 1 cup vanilla yogurt + 1 tub of cool whip + dry funfetti cake mix powder until it tastes perfect to you. (I think I used almost the entire bag…when it originally called for several tablespoons). We dunked animal crackers in it (and the occasional spoon), but it also would be great with vanilla wafers, pretzels, or graham crackers.
I can still hardly believe it happened. It’s entirely too long of a story-but here’s the annotated version. Thursday morning, while heading to Tampa to board our cruise, we encountered numerous mechanical delays, followed by a Delta employee who re-booked our flights and gave us the wrong tickets, followed by another re-route since the wrong ticket meant we couldn’t board the plane, followed by more mechanical delays. (headache yet?) As the minutes and hours ticked by, and airline employees became increasingly unhelpful, we slowly realized there was absolutely no way we would make our cruise. After over 5 hours of being stuck in the Memphis airport, we sadly boarded the plane to head back home where we had started that morning. I can’t get over it-the vacation I’d been planning and looking forward to for months never happened.
{nursing our wounds while flying back home, with Entourage, Biscoff, and a cocktail}
The only way I avoided full on vacation-fail depression was that we had originally turned down an offer to spend the weekend at a friends lake home. We quickly let our friends know about our sad change in vacation plans, and 10 minutes after we got home, they picked us up to the lake where we enjoyed 3 days of boating, swimming, bonfires, good food, and great margaritas.
I’m still in shock about our vacation that never was, but grateful we had a much needed and fun distraction. Until next time…I will be avoiding a certain airline at all costs.
