Leaving for San Diego this morning and I was in Jamaica just last week, my desperate expensive need for warm green weather. I am almost finished packing and the meat will go in last. Like any good Iowan visiting a former Iowan I will have frozen bratwurst and chuck roast in my baggage. You can't get good meat outside the Midwest, maybe Texas but they'll be seceding from the Union soon and then we'll have to pay import taxes on the stuff. Hopefully, my luggage will not require additional screening but if it does some unsuspecting airline official will need to deal with those bloody animal parts.
I am watching a young matron and the toddler is attached to her by a long purple leash and the kid looks oppressed. There is a furry brown monkey toy where the leash attaches to his back but it is still a leash, you insensitive barbaric cretin of a parent.
There seem to be an abnormal amount of young children booked on this flight and why aren't they sitting in some classroom. This whole home school thing is just getting out of hand.
Husband actually looked glad to see me go. I don't blame him, into his third month of retirement and I scream hari-kari at his balled-up napkin on my kitchen counter, my solitude seriously compromised. Look upon me gently dear reader, there is an intruder in my home.