Being so thankful to be back in my own bed this morning, I thought I might need to write a letter to the jolly fat man himself.
Dear Jolly Fat Man,
I understand you bought your plane ticket just like I did. I also understand you were probably a big boned baby and can't help the fact that you are super-sized. Being a big girl panty sized woman myself, I can't judge. Would it be ever so awful if I made just a few minor requests?
- When your jolly, fat man buttocks take up your entire seat plus four inches of mine, would you please consider purchasing part of my seat as well? Consider it buttocks property rental.
- When your left elbow is literally jammed into my right breast for the entire two hour trip, could you at least offer to buy me a drink? I mean, seriously, if this is going to be like a bad date, then shouldn't I at least get something out of it?
- Sneezing. Coughing. Hand covers mouth. Get the picture?
- Heavy breathing has it's purpose. Would you kindly not do it six inches from my ear because you are leaning on me to get a better view out of the window. The window I am jammed into. The window I paid for. The window I prayed to find a way to jump out of for two solid hours.
This Sunday is Homeless People delivery day again! Yeehaw! We are going to do something different so stay tuned. We're also working up a calendar so we have a gameplan in place. Bob is so onboard! I love doing this with my best friend.
I am also working frantically on the homeless pregnant girl idea for the farm. It's amazing how much networking I have been able to accomplish in just a few short days. Time will tell.
Finally, Monday is launch #3 from The List day. My oldest son and his family will be here then. That means my other daughter-in-law, Molly will be here. That means I have a new partner in crime!! Molly, like Amy, is one of my very favorite daughters-in-law. We think a lot alike and generally go in the same direction, at the same time, at the same speed which is full speed ahead. I can't wait for Monday.