Here's an interesting texting typo I created last week: And if airline seats get any smaller, I can see this being an actual problem. Can you imagine? I'm sorry ma'am, but there is no way both of you can seat in one seat. You will have to purchase an additional ticket for "her". What would happen then? Would she want the window or middle seat? That's assuming she would even want to sit next to me. I mean, we are together 24/7 so she may want a little alone time, out in the open air, where she is free of any restraint. And what if she is chatty, flapping her lips the whole time? I'm not a big talker when I travel, preferring instead to bury my head in a magazine so I can take my mind off the flight and enjoy my Ativan. I imagine the conversation going as such: She: I hate that bike seat at spin class. You have no idea what it's like. Me: Spin class is only 50 minutes. You can handle it. I bought you padded shorts. Those weren't ...
Salsa Shark I'm going on vacation in a few weeks to some place warm. Thought it might be a good idea today to try on my shorts. All of them, except for four pairs, somehow shrunk in my drawer over the winter. So off to the mall I went. I picked up a few pairs of shorts, along with a big new suitcase. Can somebody please tell me when a suitcase started costing between $200 and $350? Who needs ballistic nylon encasing their bathing suit and suntan lotion? Apparently a lot of folks do because the suitcases I saw could withstand any sort of attack, foreign or domestic. Nice to know if, God forbid, the plane goes down, my underwear will remain intact inside my Samsonite. I better be careful what I pack. Somethings are better not found. I finished off my evening with dinner at a Mexican restaurant. That's when the Salsa Shark appeared. If only I had handy my new suitcase that doubles as a shark cage. Oh well, maybe I can try that feature while on vacation.
My two nieces have had some health issues lately. First E was admitted to the hospital with severe abdominal pain. She ended up with a five day stay. Then my other niece S spent twelve hours in the ER due to a pain in her side (no, it wasn't me). Not feeling up to par can really bring you down. So I am sending them both some well wishes here today and hopefully convincing them that there are worse things in life. There is 80's hair: Oh, and a couple of more things to add to the list: red shag carpet and wrist corsages. Rock me like a hurricane girls, but you sure are pretty in pink (and black). Hey - didn't you have a cat that got lost at one point. I think I see it. ADDENDUM - THOSE PICTURES ARE NOT OF ME. SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION. TO BE FAIR, I HAVE POSTED MY 80'S PIC BELOW:
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