And there's another one of *those* threads, too. Yay.
In other news, I'm home. There's no place like home! Called in to work and said - after spending seven extra hours travelling on Tues, y'all owe me the afternoon! So I got it. Hurray!
I so love being home.
Time for my trip report: For the annals of airport attaire reporting - the < Simon Cowell voice > What. The. H***. Is. That? < /Simon> chapter:
Lesson 1: Wear structured garments that fit and drape nicely and people will notice your best attributes.
Young woman. Pretty as can be. Cute hair. Smiled a lot. Seemed very jolly with her friends. Wearing sweats. The young woman is very curvy with a very ample derrier. Had she worn different clothes today, the only thing anyone would notice would be her face and smile and happiness. Instead she wore sweats. Lavendar sweats, matching top and bottom. SKIN TIGHT sweatpants, (in engineering terms we'd say that knit is about to *fail*) so tight... well I can't even describe how tight those pants were across her butt.
And you couldn't fail to notice her butt because printed across it were the words "BABY PHAT."
For crying out loud.
Lesson 2: Control your wobbly bits in public, please*.
So there's a global ice age brewing in America. It's cooooooooold. The planes won't go it's so cold. It's chilly even in the airports. That's why you wear a sweater. And that's why you wear support garments *under* your sweater so you don't remind everyone just how cold it is. ACK!!
I swear someday I'm going to write a book. Mebbe a blog, to start off with.