on last night's Delta flight:
1) please don't take your stinky PF Flyers off in such a small plane again. Ever. M'kay? Thanks.
2) the armrest? Diving line between the seats. That side = yours. This side = mine. Keep your damn pointy elbows on your side of the armrest and out of my kidneys next time. M'kay? Thanks.
3) what the hell were you eating? All I know is that halfway through the flight I was roused from an already tenuous slumber by the nastiest stale-Doritos-mixed-with-rancid-beer stench coming from your side of the armrest. Ugh. But by the time I looked over you'd wadded up the loud plastic wrapper into a little ball and I never did figure out WTF it was. I was just glad that it was gone by then.
So, yeah, that was MY Valentine's Day. How was yours?
OWN -- 35-minute aerobics on-demand workout in the apartment Tuesday morning. NOT A DAMN THING ELSE ALL WEEK! I think I got carried away with this "taper" thing. Sigh. With any luck I'll get a 3-4 miler in today and then a couple of miles tomorrow AM before we head out for Austin (and the hook-up with Ellie!! which I have to arrange more details on now! Gotta run!!)