I am at 33,000 feet again, but this time, I upgraded to first so no Mr. Stinky, no Ms. Wearing All The Jewelry I Own At Once. No weirdo sitting behind me, eating a tuna salad sandwich. No, wait – a WARM tuna salad sandwich. With lots of onions.
I believe all of the above justifies the cost to upgrade because I don’t feel like puking today. That was one really tasty $159 cheese and egg quesadilla.
Yes, I know that is a pair of shoes. Trust me, I’m up in the air enough to know when to give up some kicky sandals for the ease of not having to be bothered with the crazies. Not that there aren’t crazies in first class. Hell, they let me in, didn’t they?
Only 92 days until vacation and no, I am not counting. I have an app for that. Although I love what I do, I got slightly spoiled last year when I went on four trips. I blame the non-BF. Of course, I blame him for everything, which is why he “won’t read that crap (you) put out there.” Hee, my plan is working!
I am trying to figure out if this Word Press app is publishing this post each time I hit “Update.” I didn’t tell it to publish. Whew, it isn’t. I like to edit before you see this diarrhea of my mind spilling out over your computer, tablet or phone screen.
Watched “Behind the Candelabra” with the non-BF the other night. At first I was surprised at what a great job Michael Douglas did playing a gay guy. And then I remembered this:
I have to go now. There are two tabloids waiting in my carry-on. I have to know what Kim spent on her
Future Attention Whorelette’s child’s crib. I just can’t wait! In the meantime, peace out babies, and I’m going to kick back and enjoy first class while I can.
In the words of Jerry Seinfeld, “More EVERYTHING!!!”