Can't Think of a Title Since I Have Had a Beer Already

First of all, you aren't going to believe this but, I am sitting at the airport getting all judgy on people who can't control their kids and scoping out who I do NOT want to sit by on my plane. Yep, that's right, another girlie adult trip down to Southern California. I can look around all scowling and be bothered by the mom in front of me with 3 kids that all have lollipops and need to get their shoes off and don't want to put their beloved stuffed giraffe on the belt to be scanned. Yep, I totally could do that but, I don't (well, kinda do but don't want to sound all mean and stuff) since I can so feel her pain.

On another note, I received a phone call from super hot hubby the other day while I was at work. It made me laugh to remember again exactly how differently we think. I answered the phone and he was clearly flustered as he called me by my name (he usually doesn't do that usually a term of endearment or maybe a bad name under his breath...oh I kid but, I would totally call me a bad name). He goes on to say..."There was an incident at (oldest daughters) school today." I say..."ok" and kinda freaking out but not really freaking out yet. Then he proceeds to tell me this story about a guy that was walking around the campus without his shirt on and the school went into lock down (I am thinkin...cool is he hot?). I say..."Ummm, ok...then what?" He goes on to say...well, he was escorted off campus and then later the kids were let out of lock down. I say..."Wait, did this guy take our daughter hostage or something?" Ummm, no? Why would you think that? Well, let's see...why would I think that? Maybe because my mom thought I was stuffed in the trunk of someone's car and this is where my thoughts go or maybe because you said an "incident" and I hardly define that as an incident. And he says I am the "dramatic" one....GEEZ!!