Travel Blehs

July 20, 2008

Travel Blehs

Presently, we're sitting on the tarmac at the Newark airport (very similar to one of the more unsavory levels of Dante's Inferno), waiting out a squall (hopefully). Hateful air travel. I've officially exhausted my reading material -- and the people will Not Stop Talking. Hateful.

Jul 20, 2008 9:55:28 PM | Nattering

3 Comments

LOL! we're 45 mins away in south jersey. in the middle of a storm.

Posted by: dirtgirl | July 20, 2008 at 22:44

um, yeah. dirtgirl would be a Melissa.

Posted by: melissa | July 20, 2008 at 23:01

Freakishly small world! We made it home and Hemingway is yelling at me about the great injustice of his abandonment. (The dogs come back tomorrow.) I hope where you are has much nicer bathrooms than Terminal A.

Posted by: Gwenda | July 21, 2008 at 01:51

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