(from my plane ride to CA)
I'm blogging from the plane wishing I could live at 39,000 feet. After 3 sips of my Gin and Tonic sure as shit I'm buzzed. I'm looking out the window as we fly over the middle part of CA and it's sunny and blue and vibrant. I probably look like a side show freak with my face pressed up against the window with a big gummy smile plastered on my face. Hot TOAST! This Gin and tonic is yummy! Who says hot toast?
Did I mention I noticed a nipple hair protruding from my nipple this morning? I've always wanted to live in Europe. That's all I'll say on the subject for now. The altitude makes me feel silly. My mom is so cute. She's in the aisle seat (I'm in the window) and she's hunched over the in flight crossword using her giant magnifying glass. She looks like Sherlock Holmes. I want to blurt out, "Elementary my dear Watson!" I would try and snap a pic but for our safety "all electronic devices must be switched to the off position." Pansies. If my cockamamie cell phone camera is going to interfere with air traffic and take down a 737 then the FAA has serious shit for brains. Hold that thought. I have to pee.
Why is it the one time you get up to pee in an airplane turbulence hits as you hover??? I had to wet nap my boots. I'm going to get back to my knitting now. I use wooden needles in case anyone was wondering.
Only 30 minutes left!!! LAND HO!!!! What does that mean? Crap. I forgot I need to drive the rental car. Time to suck a penny!