Well, I’m leaving Omaha today. It’s been a nice long vacation and I feel well rested and well fed. It was my dad’s birthday the day after Thanksgiving, so in addition to the copious turkey, stuffing, potatoes and pies left over from the holiday, we also had an AMAZING birthday cake from Bliss sitting around. I polished off a good third of it. Yum and ew, at the same time.
I’ve not got much to say at the moment, except I feel it necessary to point out that I was misinformed when I said on Wednesday that Omaha doesn’t have those x-ray machines in the airport. Apparently, they do. I don’t think I went through it—they have to tell you, right? It’s random, right? I’d hate to think that the TSA crew just got a free show and I didn’t even know about it. I know a lot of people are concerned about the harmful effects of radiation, but I’m really just worried about getting naked in front of the airport staff. My body just isn’t where I want it to be right now.
|This is atrocious! And this isn't me, so we're clear.|
And with that being said and the holiday being over, I head back to Los Angeles to begin again my obsessive war with food until December 22nd, when I lift the ban on delicious things again until the New Year. (Okay, I just lied. I have no ban on delicious food. I have no self-control.) Thank god for the holiday season and stretchy pants. And, Omaha, I'll see you at Christmas.
*Quote is from an esoteric 60's band called The Beatles. "I'm Looking Through You."