I'm off on a family vacay this morning. We are traveling all the way across this great nation of ours to Maryland. Only one problem. I'm scared shitless to fly. Always have been, but adding two little kids to the mix and one with a fatal peanut allergy, I'm slightly stressed.
Don't get me wrong, it's going to be a lot of fun. It's just the getting there and the trip home that I hate. If you would be so kind as to send some good thoughts my way today, I would be very grateful! Don't get me wrong, if there is a problem and I have to land the plane, fix a faulty engine in mid air or save all of us from a crazed hijacker, I will. But I'll be pretty goddamn pissed off if I have to. (if my mom is reading this, yes, I know I ended that sentence in a preposition. Who cares! I'm probably going to die today anyway.) My husband won't hear the end of it.
Hopefully, my lovely reader(s), you will not hear about a plane going from LAX to Dulles that meets an unkind fate. I hate to be dramatic, but, "Goodbye cruel world!".