So I have taken a little break from the blog because I was trying to do some Cameron stuff. I took a trip to California with two of my fellow WWCD ladies from work. Flying anywhere used to have such a great meaning to it. You just got on a plane and took off. Now, you go to the airport and proceed to take everything off, your jacket, belt, shoes, pedometer, Teds stockings, Depends brief, corset, neck wrap, knee brace, spanx, and hair net. In the old days, you didn't worry about bringing anything on the plane. You just needed your alcohol nips, cigarette lighter, two packs of Marlboros and a deck of cards. Now you can't bring anything over 3 ounces, so you pre-hydrate be drinking 20 gallons of water every day starting two weeks before your flight. It would be so great if they sold a seat located in the bathroom, because that's where I spent the entire flight. When I actually took birth control pills, I didn't even know what a DVT was. On the plane I looked like I was practicing for the Indy 500 by the amount of times I flexed my foot to keep the blood flowing. We arrived intact, and what happened to us next is worth another entry tomorrow....
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