I’ve flown “enough,” certainly enough to have known I should’ve taken that out and left it at home. I had the option of going back through security and mailing it home to myself from a kiosk thingy, but I didn’t want to. I was mad, and snatched up my purse after the girl searched it. Another TSA girl behind me said, “You need to calm down.” I just ignored her and walked away, fuming.
You’ll like the boudin. Sausage is good! We grilled chicken Keith had brined yesterday evening. Tonight, it might be Walmart Deli pizza, but I’m not sure what I’ll do yet.
Nuts, I'm stumped.