Saturday, February 14, 2009


Delayed flights are no fun.

This is my first time in an airport alone. Not nearly as frightening as I thought it would be. Security was easy, other than the fact that I was stuck behind a spastic mother-daughter pair, who barely managed to get their bags through. I offered them a little aid because, believe me, they needed it. I guess it did not help their case when the airport security member running the scanning machine found a handgun in one of their purses. Yes. It turned out to be a curling iron with its cord wrapped around it's handle. Who woulda thunk.

I should be landing in Orange County in two and a half hours. Ole!

I miss my valentine.

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