Sunday, January 11, 2009

I was a good boy on the plane...

I flew to UCLA this past Friday... my last trip until after the baby is here, thank God. This time around I actually rented a car instead of dealing with Super Shuttle- and it made the world of difference. I do not care about driving in LA traffic in rush hour... just keep me the hell out of a super shuttle and I'm happy. My flight home was interesting- we all know I hate flying. Well, I can honestly say that this experience is why I hate flying. It was so turbulent... we got no drinks and no snacks (NO SNACKS?!?!). It was the bumpiest ride I have been on in a long time and I haven't prayed so much in such a short amount of time in a long time. I think I said about 50 Hail Mary's, 50 prayers to my Guardian Angel and the remainder of the time asked God to make my death quick.

When I got off the plane and Deacon was there with flowers I asked him why he got me flowers... and he said it was because I was a good boy on the airplane. That made it all better.

1 comment:

Samantha said...

I love "good boy" flowers!