Blogging Down To You...

Well, I got on the plane without use of a horse tranquilizer. That could be because I was up with the girls for most of the night and Jeff "woke" me at 3:00am. I had conversations I didn't realize I was part of. At our connecting airport, I said to Jeff, "Hey, don't think the worst when I ask you this, but, do you have my passport?" Now, I think Jeff will agree that usually I am the one who keeps us together and moving in a semi-forward motion. I'm the one who remembers names and sometimes even birth dates of his co-worker's spouses. But, this morning, I was most definitely the handicap on board. I think the best case scenario here is that we get to the resort, I drag my nearly lifeless body to the beach, collapse in the sand and stay there until someone calls the paramedics. My plan was to tan a bit before hitting the beach 6 inches from the equator. But, real life prevailed and didn't do anything even in the remote direction of a pedicure until last night. Just after I finished sobbing while the rest of the family tried to watch The Princess and the Frog. I stopped crying and thought, "Christ's sakes I'm stressed out! If I accomplish something on my list of to-do's (remember that?) I'll feel better." So, yes, I moved 'pedicure' from the bottom of my 'have someone else do it' list to the top of my 'what is most pressing right now' list. But they look pretty. Whenever I've painted the girls' nails I know it looks like their mom has epilepsy. Of course, that isn't as much a problem of shaky hands at it is small feet that never stop moving. Wow, train of thought derailed.

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So, yes. I am currently on the plane. I just paid $10 for about 15 minutes of internet time because my book is all of a sudden boring and Jeff and I aren't sitting together. Yep, Laura, you were right. Not so many swingin' singles on the plane to Cancun who are up for trading seats. But, it's actually been fine. Take off was, well, let's not get into specifics. What's done is done. Now we just need to get this plane on the ground. I say 'we' because I'm pretty sure the pilot is going to request my presence in the cockpit (Gina, keep it clean). I have seen Bee Movie several times and I paid close attention to the part where they land the plane specifically. How hard can it be?

Hey, something interesting just occurred to me. When I look out my window, below me I see blue skies with puffy cotton ball looking cloud bursts. This is the view I get from the ground, when I'm looking up. So, I feel a little bit like I should be able to look up now and see, I don't know, maybe an end to color? We are up that high. We are above the blue skies. Did ELO do a song about that?

I think we're supposed to land soon. So, I'm going to wrap this up. I hope soon to be praising myself for wearing flipflops as opposed to chastising myself for it very soon. It was nippy this morning.

Ooo, pilot needs me. Gotta go!!