Nobody told me the flight today was the Retired Couples Returning from Cruises flight. There were twenty-three (TWENTY-THREE) wheelchairs on the jetway when we landed. It was the most peaceful flight ever.
At one point there were clouds and blue sky above us and a solid layer of clouds beneath us as we cut through the sky and I marveled what a genuine miracle flight is.
Then I had to turn off my iPod and it was less miraculous and more let's-just-land-this-dang-thing-already.
BUT. BUT. I am pretty sure I am staying in the cutest hotel room in the history of hotel rooms. Evidence?
THERE IS A GOLDFISH IN MY ROOM, GUYS. A REAL ONE. Also I suck at fishy faces, apparently. But my fish doesn't. HE MAKES THE BEST FISHY FACES EVER.
Ahem. While I am away, Hot Stuff is home with the kids. I think he's getting bored, because he's been telling me lots of ideas for YA books that he is going to write.
"How about Death stops being Death and decides to go to high school? So one girl is like, 'My boyfriend's a vampire!' and then the other girl says, 'Oh, that's nice. My boyfriend's DEATH.' The ultimate bad boy! Everyone would love it, right?"
Yes. Yes they would. Gosh I miss him. Good thing I have the fish for company.
More later. Come see me if you can. I promise not to make fishy faces if you do.