Amy Allgeyer
Thanks for becoming the latest, greatest Chalkheads. You will forever walk around engulfed in a cloud of white dust. BTW - is it okay to follow your own blog? I don't think so. Even if it's not, that's fine. Rule breakers are risk takers.
So it's good to be home, back in the good ole USA, where I can now do simple things like say excuse me without sounding like a jack-ass and order food while pronouncing words correctly. Then again, Tsunami Burger is a tough one to screw up. Overall we had a fantastic time in Switzerland and Italy, but both Wife and I swore not to ever fly economy for 12 hours again without sleeping pills or a clown to entertain Blondie. Twelve hours is an eternity with a two-year old, especially when you're trapped in these conditions:
1. Sitting in a seat that's barely wider than you shoulders with enough leg room for one of Snow White's seven dwarves.
2. Sitting behind a seat that reclines into your lap.
3. Did I mention SITTING and 12 HOURS?
4. A portable DVD player on low battery and Dora the Explorer fading in and out.
5. Airline food.
6. A bratty 7 year-old girl kicking your lower back over and over.
7. An obese Italian man wearing shorts, spread eagle and breathing heavily while napping. That would be the brat's father.
8. Whining, overtired children (including your own).
9. Arses, from Serbian to Chinese, in your face.
10. Crappy movies like 17 Again.
Here are my final European vacation statistics:
sleeping: went from bad to decent to good and then took off in reverse all the way back to bad.
running: around 20 kilometers, I think.
writing: 1 ms page (note: it's impossible to write on an airplane in the aforementioned conditions. I bet Neil Gaiman flies business/first class, why shouldn't I?)
Congrats on your twenty followers, and welcome back! The Wife thought 17 Again "looked good."
ReplyDeleteI know.
LoL, I always get excited when I see the follower number going up. He he he.
ReplyDeleteAs to your comment about flying 12 hours with a two-year old. *shudder* You are a brave man. Kids and long trips do not mix. I think I would have pulled my hair out. I start to break out in a cold sweat when I have to take my daughter on a trip of 5 hours or more. Kids are just to hyper to coop up for long.
At least there was no puking on said airline trips. That's at the top of my "plane trip fears" list.
ReplyDeleteWelcome home!
I think it was the arse comments that brought in all those followers. Might try that on my blog.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back! I'm trying to feel sorry for you (I get 12 hours, coach, arses...) but, man, you went to Switzerland!!!
ReplyDeleteVery cool.
I do want to see 17 Again! (Chandler AND Zac Efron?!)
ReplyDeleteMy worst airline experience was when my husband and I were squeezed between a hooker looking lady and a drunk cowboy. The cowboy drank about four shots of whiskey and nodded off on my shoulder. The hooker looking lady squeezed my husband's thigh. It did make for a funny story later though. But a loooong flight.
How is the Mysterious Benedict Society by the way?
ReplyDeleteMy son has it on his bookshelf, and will probably read it soon.
These days, flying really is the pits. Security, lack of service, extra charges, it all makes you want to stay home.
ReplyDeleteKelly - Benedict is just okay. It hasn't kept me turning pages. I have the sequel too, it was a gift. So I'm sure I'll go ahead and read both. At least try to read both.