Later on Saturday, aboard a plane to Never Ever Land
So my cat's at Shameeka's, my luggage is stored, my butt is seated and I'm ready to take off. As soon as I can get this upside-down feeling from my stomach. Even though I always fly to Genovia every summer, I still can't get over my panic. Can you keep a secret? I'm freaking scared of heights!!! I'm so not kidding. My knees are shaking and I'm clamping down on my tongue so hard that it's about to burst and bleed. Maybe then they'll bring me to the hospital and we wouldn't have to go to Genovia after all! But it wasn't worth it; I still haven't used my tongue for the most scared teen romance activity yet. I've been hoping that Michael would initialize me into it, but we never got a chance and BAM! I don't think we'll ever have one either. A fresh round of tears was about to stream down my face and mock me in front of the other 6 passengers here, pilot and hostess excluded. Grand-Mere managed to pull some strings over at British Airways so now we have a deluxe style Concorde 216 all to ourselves. I should be enjoying the luxury but that's kinda hard when you have the world's most snappish Grandma sitting right in front of you and future masochist King William the fourth on your right. As I previously mentioned that there were SIX other people with me on this plane, Lars was stationed on an Italian leather upholstered couch near the door, just in case a skydiver decides to drop in and say "hi". I highly doubt it but who knows. Dad was snuggling near the bar with Beverly Bellerieve and Bellene was being dictated around by Grand-Mere, as usual. They should have cancelled the "Brady Bunch" and air the "The Royal Isolated Bunch" instead. Here's a good storyline: father of future queen squeezing the "buns" of a woman who is NOT the present queen while his daughter of the would-be queen sitting very close by, fiancée of this future queen plotting an infuriating move that would annoy this future queen, grandmother of this future queen getting drunk because she is trying to ignore the fact that her son is flirting with someone while she is present, assistant of this future's queen's grandmother running to the bathroom and back 3 times because this future queen's grandmother insists that she check if the soap is indeed Wilner scented, if the toilet paper does have roses printed on it and if the faucet is truly pure silver, all this while the dog's barking in the background. Did I mention that it all takes place on a plane? If a show like that does exist, you would all know how I feel now. I am in need of some aspirins.
So my cat's at Shameeka's, my luggage is stored, my butt is seated and I'm ready to take off. As soon as I can get this upside-down feeling from my stomach. Even though I always fly to Genovia every summer, I still can't get over my panic. Can you keep a secret? I'm freaking scared of heights!!! I'm so not kidding. My knees are shaking and I'm clamping down on my tongue so hard that it's about to burst and bleed. Maybe then they'll bring me to the hospital and we wouldn't have to go to Genovia after all! But it wasn't worth it; I still haven't used my tongue for the most scared teen romance activity yet. I've been hoping that Michael would initialize me into it, but we never got a chance and BAM! I don't think we'll ever have one either. A fresh round of tears was about to stream down my face and mock me in front of the other 6 passengers here, pilot and hostess excluded. Grand-Mere managed to pull some strings over at British Airways so now we have a deluxe style Concorde 216 all to ourselves. I should be enjoying the luxury but that's kinda hard when you have the world's most snappish Grandma sitting right in front of you and future masochist King William the fourth on your right. As I previously mentioned that there were SIX other people with me on this plane, Lars was stationed on an Italian leather upholstered couch near the door, just in case a skydiver decides to drop in and say "hi". I highly doubt it but who knows. Dad was snuggling near the bar with Beverly Bellerieve and Bellene was being dictated around by Grand-Mere, as usual. They should have cancelled the "Brady Bunch" and air the "The Royal Isolated Bunch" instead. Here's a good storyline: father of future queen squeezing the "buns" of a woman who is NOT the present queen while his daughter of the would-be queen sitting very close by, fiancée of this future queen plotting an infuriating move that would annoy this future queen, grandmother of this future queen getting drunk because she is trying to ignore the fact that her son is flirting with someone while she is present, assistant of this future's queen's grandmother running to the bathroom and back 3 times because this future queen's grandmother insists that she check if the soap is indeed Wilner scented, if the toilet paper does have roses printed on it and if the faucet is truly pure silver, all this while the dog's barking in the background. Did I mention that it all takes place on a plane? If a show like that does exist, you would all know how I feel now. I am in need of some aspirins.