...is what I'm cooking for dinner that night. And what vegetables will need to be chopped. And also: what Aaron and I should watch on Netflix (though with two episodes of Downton Abbey series 3 left, that's not really a question). The question is more-- where? (couch, love-sac, or under the covers?) (and, popcorn?) And if we should exercise before or after. And if I can fit in some reading time. (in bed? Will my book light keep him awake if I try to read when I should be sleeping?) And when is the earliest I can leave work to make it home and start (finally! oh the agony!) chopping the vegetables? (Will they notice if I leave at 5:30 when really I should leave at 6 because I got in late?) What else is there to think about, really?*
*Ok fine, there's also babies. (ones that don't exist but yet invade my thoughts) And the burdens of others. But on the surface, is the paragraph above ^
1.15.2013
That time the gate attendant made me grin
It was midnight after New Year's Day and we were catching the red-eye out of SLC. I was busy trying to hide my massive carry-on suitcase from the gate attendants.*
(*on every 1 out of 3 flights, give or take, they will yell at me and make me try to fit it into the carry-on size-checker [example] and it never fits, and then they make me check it, even though it easily fits in the space above the seats on the plane. grumble. I should insert a funny story here about the time Aaron grabbed the suitcase from the sizer, and ran away down the tunnel with the lady yelling after him, but you get the picture).
Anyway, this time around, I handed my boarding pass to the attendant to scan (while using my body to shield my over-sized luggage), and he said,
"Ohhhhhhh Jennifer! You look just like an ice cream cone! How very sweet for the New Year! Good bye Jennifer!"
And that was all it took, I smiled for like 6 minutes straight.
(and, p.s., made it on the plane with my luggage intact)
(*on every 1 out of 3 flights, give or take, they will yell at me and make me try to fit it into the carry-on size-checker [example] and it never fits, and then they make me check it, even though it easily fits in the space above the seats on the plane. grumble. I should insert a funny story here about the time Aaron grabbed the suitcase from the sizer, and ran away down the tunnel with the lady yelling after him, but you get the picture).
Anyway, this time around, I handed my boarding pass to the attendant to scan (while using my body to shield my over-sized luggage), and he said,
"Ohhhhhhh Jennifer! You look just like an ice cream cone! How very sweet for the New Year! Good bye Jennifer!"
And that was all it took, I smiled for like 6 minutes straight.
(and, p.s., made it on the plane with my luggage intact)
1.06.2013
Winterlude, my little apple
Skiing footage turned into a silly, wintery montage.
(December 2012 in Park City)
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