or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the TSA
Our stuff is pretty much packed and we’re waiting for the movers. We’ve all decided that it’s much more fun to have someone else pack the last little bits of junk that are too good to get rid of but you’re not quite sure where they belong.
Today is Movers Day. Tomorrow is Pet Boarding Day. Sunday is Farewell Day. Monday is Airplane Day (and also Car on a Truck Day). Tuesday is Airplane Day for Critters. It’s nice to have the next several days of our lives so clearly spelled out.
Airplane Day ...It’s not for Sissies
Fear itself, eh? Yeah. I bet FDR never rode on an airplane with a 2 1/2 year old at lunchtime. Would he have let potentially pernicious preschoolers bring yogurt on airplanes in the face of a Terrorist Threat? We’ll never know. We’ll have a pretty good idea which is worse-fear or hungry toddler-after Monday...