Am I even listening? Am I remotely paying attention? No, no and no. Fuck.
I’m on a flight by myself and I have a trilogy of awesome books to read. I packed the first one in my usable carry-on bag and the other two in my stowable carry-on bag. But then the announcement at the boarding area about oversized carry-on items made me feel guilty because I have 2 gorgeous vintage luggage pieces
about the same size, so, one of them is really too big. Business pro Husband assured me I could take them both and I’ve seen that ep of seinfeld where that guy takes on all of his luggage rather than checking them, even the big ones because, well, @united, that’s why. But I checked the case through to my final at the last minute because I always want to do the right thing, and then I boarded with everyone else and stowed my pretty hatcase up top and pulled out my book in preparedness for flying and reading and quiet time because there appears to be no children on this flight, but I didn’t double check and now I have book two instead of book one. OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! Fuckety fuck fuck fuck. FUCK!