"You have got to be kidding me"

You have got to be kidding me! Rising at 3am to catch our plane to Tucson. Who ever thought that was a good time to fly?? 2:30am - You got to be kidding me- Nikki (Golden doggie girl) does her usual - let's wake up mum 1/2 before she needs to get up.  4:30 am - You have got to be kidding me. There is no one at the Delta counter at the airport. And we got up for this?? 5:00am - You have got to be kidding me. After the longest line in customs Brie and I finally settle in for a snooze in the departure lounge and yes there is suddenly a screaming chicken - You have got to be kidding me - A screaming chicken. Yes it is an ad for Calgary Farmers market on the TV above our heads. Where is our plane we wonder? Oh look there is one outside. Brie says - it cannot be ours it is far too small. Well - you have got to be kidding me - it is ours. Should have figured it out from the two pilot and one flight attendant thing. Not even enough room for our bags as you see we were sitting in seats 1D and 1E. You have got to be kidding me. Anyone who knows me well understands my lack of enthusiasm to fly. I assured Brie that these little planes go way faster - I think she thought - You have got to be kidding me.