In the AM, the boy and I are leaving for a week in DC. I won’t be posting during that time, but for those of you in the loop, there’s the e to the m (that would be email). I plan on catching George Bush with his hand in the cookie jar. Wish me luck!
Okay, so not really. I mean yes I’m going to DC but it has nothing to do with Boy Simple (that would be our president). I’m just going to visit my sis and escape the hell that has become my life here in Boston. I exaggerate a little perhaps, but only just a little.
Here is something you may not know about me. When traveling by air, I like to make sure I’m freshly showered and wearing non-ratty underwear and a bra that isn’t as old as the Clinton administration. If my plane crashes or something, I don’t want to be known as the Dirty Girl with Icky Underthings. Although of course should the plane actually crash, I doubt there would be anything left of my body, much less the clothing I’m wearing. But I can’t shake the urge to wear my nicer underwear pieces while flying the friendly skies. It’s just this thing I do. You should all do it, too.
We’re flying jetblue. I’m excited! a new airline for me! I’ll let you know if it sucks.
I think G maybe suspects I’m off to meet someone in DC, to start up (or continue) a torrid affair or something. Pure silliness, because everyone knows where my torrid affair participant lives. It certainly isn’t DC.
Anyway, I gotta hit the sack, but I wish you all a lovely week of non-loafing fun. see you in March!
- go away, let me rest.
- measure of my success.