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Have landed safe and soundish in NY. Still taking requests for stuff (cheap stuff, tee shirts, keychains, tourist-y crap).
Also, I'm going to be in Salem, Mass (yes, home of the witch trials) so if anyone wants any cool witchy stuff also let me know. 'kay?
It's frelling hot in Andrew's apartment because he turns his air off when he's not home and it was 94 when I landed. But it's slowly getting tolerable. I'm hoping for room temperature by tomorrow morning.
The flight, however, SUCKED.
I sat on the other side of the aisle from this Hellspawn who wouldn't stay in his seat, screamed like a banshee the entire time and then puked all over the aisle as we landed. And mid-air, his mom sees fit to change his diaper right there in the damn seat.
My fallopian tubes? Just tied themselves into square knots. Seriously. I think my entire reproductive system shriveled and died.
I am now going to offer sacrifices to the Gods of Birth Control.
- Meg
Also, I'm going to be in Salem, Mass (yes, home of the witch trials) so if anyone wants any cool witchy stuff also let me know. 'kay?
It's frelling hot in Andrew's apartment because he turns his air off when he's not home and it was 94 when I landed. But it's slowly getting tolerable. I'm hoping for room temperature by tomorrow morning.
The flight, however, SUCKED.
I sat on the other side of the aisle from this Hellspawn who wouldn't stay in his seat, screamed like a banshee the entire time and then puked all over the aisle as we landed. And mid-air, his mom sees fit to change his diaper right there in the damn seat.
My fallopian tubes? Just tied themselves into square knots. Seriously. I think my entire reproductive system shriveled and died.
I am now going to offer sacrifices to the Gods of Birth Control.
- Meg
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Date: 14 Aug 2005 14:08 (UTC)This is the sort of woman who would allow her child to scream on the plane for the entire time and then giggle sheepishly (or cry for attention) when he puked in the aisle. Really, it's an entire sub-species of mothers who give the rest of us normal mothers a really bad name.
Exactly.
Precisely.
Amen.
a*MEN*.
- Meg