My dad just called. CJ is in the security line in SFO. By himself. And they got to the airport late enough that his luggage may or may not make the flight.
Yes, CJ is 13 and this is not his first time flying alone. But still...take him to the gate, Dad. I can't do anything from here, but I'm peeved.
But I've had dreams of driving my car from the back seat and being unable to work the brakes (scary!).
I've had that one! But I suspect I'm much shorter than you, tommyrot, so at least mine made some sense.
Blah. Unexpected raisins.
Tiniest, whiniest first-world whine ever:
Today is a Friday. I'm vegan on Fridays until Easter. And today Matilda's preschool and my work are closed for Cesar Chavez Day. She wanted an egg for breakfast, an egg like the play eggs she and her friends use in their play kitchen at school, "a big white circle with a yellow bumpy head, and no legs." A fried egg. Which I made for her, and it was perfect, and crispy and yummy and, and, and double-yolked. And she tried one taste of the yolk and pronounced it yucky and it is breaking my heart.
Blah. Unexpected raisins.
That's the worst!
I made mini-cupcakes and brought them into work. The problem is that they were so good, I wanted more than one.
I, too, have had the "driving from the backseat" dream!
OMG - me too on the backseat driving dreams!! WTF??
I've never had that dream, but I'm pretty sure I will now!
My driving dreams are more often going up a near vertical incline.
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