Well, my husband and I returned on the redeye from Seattle yesterday morning at six. We boarded the plane at around ten pm. Once airborne I requested a glass of wine, a large seltzer and a cure for mega-hot flashes. Only got two out of three, but the flight attendant was amused. A few bumpy moments ( and a heart felt prayer) led me to a xanax and a nap. I always get an aisle seat and surrender the arm on the other side to my neighbor. He was young, handsome and quite gay. Obviously, he had no designs on my person but he must have been chilly. He gravitated toward me the entire time he slept and despite my frequent nudges, kept coming over in my direction. And so my hotflashes kept a random stranger warm and cozy for the entire flight. Obviously, my life has not been in vain.
My thanks to Colleen for keeping the blog up during my absence in such an entertaining fashion. She has a stylish way of expressing herself, and I was quite grateful not to have to blog while on the road using my husband’s laptop. She saved our marriage, as I’m certain I’d have crashed it and lost everything on his hard drive, or whatever you call it.
As I’m still punchy from doing five thousand miles cross country in a non-air-conditioned 1930 vintage bus, I’ll quit here. Hello again, good bye for now, and tra-la, tra-la…
