Airport entry x2

Airport interwebs! YAY!
Liz is getting a facebook account and putting up good pics of me/us from Francia.
When I get home, I'm having pizza and Dr. Pepper. End of discussion.
Flight leaves in an hour.
I don't think it's hit me yet.
I'd forgotten how cute the flight attendants' uniforms are for Air France.
Hungry. Hopefully there's food on the short flight. Otherwise I may cry. All I've had today is a brioche suisse.
Goodbye Montpellier. More to come from Paris.

Fuckin' A is for Airport

I. Hate. Charles. De. Fucking. Gaulle. Airport.
Also I'm starved. A brioche suisse, a coca, and some pretzels are not enough feul to haul 2/3 of my body weight around the rabbit warren that is CDG.
Plane dinner. Hopefully not pork, or really beef.
Need to do laundry. Like, now.
Want sleeping.
If I hear the fucking little chimy thing again I may scream.
Want cuddling. Really really really really really want pizza. Double cheese, double pepperoni, onion, and maybe green olives. Something utterly disgusitng that no one else will eat. MY pizza.
And a milkshake.
G'ah that was the chimy thing.
I was mistaken for a boy at security again. Oy freaking vey. I almost got the patdown from a man.
Done now.