Apparently I wasn't quite as stressed about fiery death as I was about getting up at an absurd hour. I have made this deduction because I am sitting at the gate completely excited and not stressed. I am happy to go spend the weekend crafting, playing with my nephew, chatting with my sister, talking dorky school stuff with my brother-in-law and just getting away for a few days to regroup. Not that anything is out of sorts really, but I can feel some of the strings that keep my shit together starting to unravel just a tad, and so it will be good to get everything all tightened up again.
I interrupt this post for a quick note to the douchebag sitting behind me at the gate talking to his secretary on SPEAKER PHONE ...I don't think I have ever been so happy about someone going to Houston. Oh, and lady with the whiny whiny girl...if you will just give her the fucking blueberry muffin already I will give you $1,000. I don't care if you think she hates blueberries, and that blueberries are not the same as chocolate chips.
I haven't asked her, but I am assuming my sister has to work tomorrow. I am thinking about the Central Park Zoo and Wichcraft (a Tom Collichio restaurant)...if you had 6 hours to yourself in NYC, what would you do?
Oh, and even though this is WAY TOO EASY, I can't resist :
Dude, here is your tip...that isn't how 'appreciated' is spelled.
The picture is crappy, but I felt like I wanted photo evidence...the sign was from the airport shuttle and says TIPS ARE APPRICIATED. damn how spellcheck doesn't work on the all caps. I did kind of feel for him since I misspelled the TITLE OF MY DISSERTATION so I made sure to give him some dollars with my spelling wisdom. (I didn't really give him the spelling tip, I am more of a bitch in MY MIND.)