Saturday, March 7, 2009

Flying the fearful skies

Some god of some kind help me, but I'm getting on two planes tomorrow with a 3-month old to go visit Grandma Wanda in Idaho. Alone. With the infant. And the fucking airlines. And fucking TSA. And all the other fucking people. Who all might be mean to us. I am utterly terrified. I've been having anxiety dreams and even anxiety daydreams about this for a week. So, should you be flying from Newark to Salt Lake City tomorrow, you might want to (a) reconsider your plans; or (b) just be sure you really do like babies before you get on that plane. I am simply hoping for dry pants and no newsworthy incidents. So keep scanning CNN. You'll know if something happened.

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