And we’re here…

Frankie and I have arrived in Chicago safe and sound. I could not sleep well during the fight as I was way to anxious. My seat mate had the exact opposite problem. He went to sleep during take off and 13 hours later woke up when we hit the tarmac (jerk!).

Anyway, I thought I would share some of the crazy thoughts and notes I took during my flight insomnia. Enjoy:

Here’s a thought: With the amount of traveling that B and I do, I think it would be very hard for anyone to haunt us.

Elastic stretchy pants should be outlawed.

What is Mr. Bean’s job?

Why can’t they make the whole plane out of what they make the noise canceling earphones out of? (yeah, I know this is the blackbox question)

Are all Americans so chatty? The bursar sat in the jump seat and was a talkin-talkin’. She went on to explain how she was an English teacher. “That’s funny”, I said. “I would have thought you were a flight bursar.” (Now I know what put my seat mate to sleep.)

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