In just a few hours, I'll be jumping out of a perfectly good airplane with my favorite niece, Dragon. And today I am 42, which means, as my little sister so astutely pointed out, I am apparently the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. That being said, if on the way down I see a whale or potted petunia falling along with us, I might just worry that the excrement is about to strike the air circulator!
(EDITED TO ADD: If you don't see any posts from me in the next few days, you'll know that the jump went fine, but somehow I screwed up the landing...SPLAT!)
(EDITED TO ADD: If you don't see any posts from me in the next few days, you'll know that the jump went fine, but somehow I screwed up the landing...SPLAT!)
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