I came back with a little sticky note of things to blog about. We went to Europe for 11 days, and that gave me plenty of blog-worthy topics. But today, three days out, I'm still in a wee bit of jet lag fog, so I'm just going to take a few sentences to once again thank the Islamic terrorists for making flying the absolutely worst, degrading, ridiculous, time consuming, exhausting, repetitive, humiliating and down right pathetic thing we do these days as civilized human beings.
Over the course of 11 days, we flew 5 different times. Each time wore me out more than the time before. I wanted to staple my passport and boarding pass to my forehead as to not have to pull it out and show yet one more airline employee on the power trip of a lifetime who I was.
I'm all for security. And trust me, I understand now why we have to have it. But if you would have told me just 10 years ago that I would literally have to show my passport and boarding pass FOUR TIMES WITHIN 20 YARDS, I would have thought you were nuts. My husband asked person number 3, "didn't you just see me show the other two people" and he said, "yes, but this is our procedure". (That could be an entire post within itself. What, do they not trust persons 1 or 2 to accurately check, so they've hired persons 3 and 4 to check as well?"). But I digress...
Thank you again terrorists for turning something once civilized into some kind of large cattle-call where you strip down, have total strangers pat you down, are told you must leave your face cream behind (when did cream become a liquid?), are required to taste your 6 month old's formula and are utterly disheveled and agitated before even boarding the over-crowded, unfriendly airline where you're being waited on by people constantly in a foul mood because they're worried they might be another victim of yet another mass murderer determined to crash the plane as a sign of love to their freakin' Jihad.
Uggg...see you soon,

