Whatever!?

Well, the time has finally come...this time tomorrow I'll be winging my way to Vancouver. Winging. Is that really a verb? How exactly does one wing? Or did I make it up? Maybe it's supposed to be wending? Wending my way? Winding? Whatever.

Have I ever mentioned to you that I don't believe in planes? Because I don't. They defy all Ange logic. Of course so do computers, microwaves (especially when they restore freshness to formerly stale baked goods like magic. Magic I say!) and twinkies (the kind you eat, not the kind that wander around batting their fake eyelashes, snapping their gum and saying "like, whatever." - wait a minute...I say that...). I'm also not 100% sure about dentists.

Seriously though. Who decided that hurtling a giant piece of metal through the air with people inside was a really swell idea?! That was a rhetorical question. I'm familiar with the history and logistics of flight I just don't believe in it. You might as well tell me they have a team of dedicated elves who scamper all over the outside of the plane shaking fairies and that the flight itself relies on the pilot's ability to think happy thoughts. That I can believe. I've been clicking my heels together and saying there's no place like home all day but I think it's all in the shoes. I hoped my red leather stilettos would do (kidding, don't actually own red leather stilettos) but apparently you need rubies. I'll have to work on that for next time.

And hello?! Why is it less than 24 hours until my flight and my packing isn't finished? I distinctly remember telling the happy gnomes that they needed to be finished by now. I wanna speak to the manager.

And now I must partake of the crappy combini noodle action because "I'm as hongry as a hostage." Don't kill me. I didn't make it up, I'm just passing it along. Okay buh-bye! My next post will be from sunny BC - or Drunken Duncan if you're going to be particular about it.