I tried to post an utter but obviously it didn't make it to the blog to explain that last post. Ah well. Did you think I was never coming back? I contemplated it. I really did. I've decided how to do this blog365 thing, too. I'll post mostly daily but if it's too much when I go out of town, y'all are short! Need an example? Check the last few days.
Now to the business at hand. Son!! Why do airports bring out the crazy in folk? I get SO cranky when I'm leaving Charlotte. I get even worse when I land in Pittsburgh. Like my mom was worried. Like she was saying, "You sound so different. So sad. You're making me feel sad." Poor mommy. See what this filthy city does to me and that's just in the airport.
Today the woman next to me sits in my seat but looked like she spoke very little English so I didn't even bother to tell her to move. I picked that window seat for a reason. Aisle seats are wack. I need something to lean on in those teeny tiny uncomfortable seats (says the one who's 5'1 but needs to stretch). Then she asks the flight attendant for C.oke Zero.
Stop. Who asks for super specific specialty drinks? That's like me asking for a 4:1 mix of cranberry apple raspberry juice with a swirl of seltzer and a splash of lime-- just a splash. And crushed ice. Ever so slightly shaken, not stirred.
I just checked 50/56 emails in the AOL, 2/8 in the gmail, 1/3 on myspace and posted a twitter. There is so much to catch up on and I just sat in 70 minutes of traffic for a 40 minute drive from the airport. Of course 10 minutes later my father wants to walk in the house and ask 20 questions. I know you missed me, dear. But please let me decompress. Thanks.