photo credit: David Hepworth
Hello! I am comfortably arrived in Florida, bag unpacked, Christmas shopping very nearly done. I also had the enjoyment of an amusingly bizarre flight experience last night.
We all know I love me an airport. Recall, if you will, the Great Baggage Brouhaha of Summer ‘09. That was fun, educational, and, need I remind you, I got my $15 back. Snap.
photo credit: kumquatdesign
My last post gave me certain qualms. Primarily because I know that my dad (obviously) reads this site, as do others in my family, and certain of my parents’ friends—the cool ones, of course (hey guys!).
Now, we all know that I’m an adult (regardless of whether I cashed that check from M&D last week for $3,000), and adults do the things that adults do. It wouldn’t be out of line for a single 33-year-old to, say, take a guy home with her and spend an evening on her couch with him listening to the Beatles’ White Album, or perhaps to go home with a different guy (on a different night, okay?) to peruse his Pet Rock collection. No one would be shocked.
