In the Event of a Water Landing . . .

current state of mind: under the weather

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
~ “Hands Clean” by Alanis Morissette

I flew home from Phoenix last night. The flight was delayed because some school group’s plane was arriving late and we were flying to their destination. Considering the fact that I was once in the very same predicament and the plane waited for me, I had no issue with the 25 minute delay. While boarding the plane, we were informed that there would be plenty of empty seats so we could feel free to spread out. Yay! 

I went to my preferred row over the wing and sat down in the middle seat. I then lifted both arm rests and laid my blanket on one seat and my pillow on the other. Then I made eye contact with boarding passengers, just daring them to sit in my row. They didn’t. In fact, only one even slowed down, but he then thought better of it and took an aisle seat three rows back. Once we began taxiing to the runway, I laid across the three seats, fastened the seat belt over my blanket, and promptly fell asleep. I was awakened a couple of times due to turbulence; but I just chanted “I am on a bus” in my head until I fell back asleep. I sat up as we touched down in Omaha. My ears were clogged terribly and I am 95% sure I had been drooling on my pillow. Still, I want to give props to my Southwest Flight Crew who knew better than to wake me up for our final descent.   

My trip to Phoenix was amazing! I adore Ms. Arizona and all her girlfriends (whom I also claim as my girlfriends). And her two daughters are so dang precious. Ms. A’s 2 year old refers to me as “mommy’s friend”.

• “Mommy’s friend, you came on an airplane.”
• “Mommy’s friend, you sleep with me.”
• “Where Mommy’s friend?”
• “Mommy’s friend, come swimming pool.”
• “Mommy’s friend no go on airplane.” 

On Saturday night, Ms. A and her girlfriends took me out on the town. Beforehand, however, they played “Clueless” and gave me a style makeover. I must admit that I generally would not have worn the dress they squeezed me into. The results were pleasantly surprising. So, a huge thank you to my style team for making me feel like a movie star for an evening.

Looking back, I wish I would have packed the dress in my suitcase and asked for forgiveness after the fact. LOL There’s always next time.

PUBLIC NOTE: Friday is my birthday. Yay for being born!

PERSONAL NOTE: I love and miss you and the girls!

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I am patiently waiting.