I made it back from DC in one piece! I had such an awesome time. I need to go back because there was so little time and so much to see. I don't mean to sound all corny and mushy, but it was really a tremendously moving experience to be in the Capital. I've become much more involved in current events and politics in the past months, so it was interesting to be there and have an appreciation for what I was experiencing. Every American should make it a goal to get there at least once in their lifetime. There is so much history there. You get a new appreciation for the country. I thing being raised here in the Southwest, where everything was built yesterday, you don't get a very real opportunity to experience that. I miss my lil' sister already though. The next time I'll for sure see her is in March when we go on the cruise. I hope to God that we'll get another chance between now and then to see each other.
The flight home was an experience. There was a guy that sat next to me that was tiny as hell, but kept moving around and in doing so touching my leg with his. He'd have his feet up in the seat like he was sitting in a couch or something. Then I don't know if it was him, but I think it was... someone kept farting the rankest farts EVER!!! The first time I smelled it, I thought something was going on in the lavatory. The made a turn at the exact moment I started to smell it, so I thought maybe the turn shook things up in there and started the stink... But it kept happening over and over again!!!! I prolly should've said something, huh? Then I kept seeing him from the corner of my eye, and it looked like he was picking his nose. Like treasure hunting in there... Well, he wasn't. He was just playing with his facial hair. Thank God, cause then I would've been grossed out to the barfing point!
It was good to get home to my honey and the kiddos. I was ready to see them and hold them all!
The flight home was an experience. There was a guy that sat next to me that was tiny as hell, but kept moving around and in doing so touching my leg with his. He'd have his feet up in the seat like he was sitting in a couch or something. Then I don't know if it was him, but I think it was... someone kept farting the rankest farts EVER!!! The first time I smelled it, I thought something was going on in the lavatory. The made a turn at the exact moment I started to smell it, so I thought maybe the turn shook things up in there and started the stink... But it kept happening over and over again!!!! I prolly should've said something, huh? Then I kept seeing him from the corner of my eye, and it looked like he was picking his nose. Like treasure hunting in there... Well, he wasn't. He was just playing with his facial hair. Thank God, cause then I would've been grossed out to the barfing point!
It was good to get home to my honey and the kiddos. I was ready to see them and hold them all!
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I hate sitting next to strangers for a few hours at a time....and someones always kicking...either your legs or the back of your seat.
At least your travel was safe and you had fun
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