In just two hours.
Spent the day so far playing The Sims 3 and eating a bagel dog. Bagel dogs are not a pairing that you might immediately get behind, but give it time.
The CostCo muffins I left in our kitchen this morning were summarily devoured.
It’s rather cruel that moon cakes only get made once a year. Imagine the uproar if people could only eat stuffing at Thanksgiving!
Is it weird that I get a bit of a rush when I make my Sim kiss Katie’s Sim? Or would it be weird not to?
I bought an extra onion bagel at lunch, but I don’t feel like eating it now. I wonder if security at the airport will stop me because of an onion bagel. It seems somewhat unbalanced that security still makes us take off our shoes but allows us to print our boarding passes from our home computers.
Katie and I have two window seats, two rows away from each other. I suppose that’s what happens when you book tickets quite late. We’ll see if the people sitting next to us want to switch or if they’re firmly set in their aisle preferences. One of them was pink on the American Airlines website, indicating that it was a “preferred seat” although I have no idea what that actually means. It looked no different from any other aisle seat.
My DS just finished charging. That means it’s time to go.