First let me say that I'm writing this from my cell phone which wouldn't mean much if I were a constant texter, but because I'm not this is very tedious. Who knows what havoc autocorrect is gonna wreak.
Secondly, if you are reading this then it means that I have safely landed in the Los Angeles. I'd like to thank god and the wannabe fighter pilots up n the cockpit of my plane. What they call turbulence I call a laxative.
Originally I was suppose to be going to The Dominican Republic. Mother Nature has apparently forbidden me from going anywhere near the Caribbean. This is the fourth trip to be rained out by one of her mood swings/tropical storms. On second thought, forgive me Mother Nature...my plane hasn't landed yet and all it takes is a gust of wind to give the happy to lucky cowboys up in the cockpit another reason to play Top Gun.
I've always wanted to go to Cali. We were poor when I was a kid so the closest I got was a palm given to me at church on Palm Sunday. So wish me luck everyone. The flight attendants are telling me to power down my phone. It seems like a Windows phone, not an iPhone, would crash first. (Horrible joke considering I can't jump out the plane from here).
I'm hitting submit even though I'm sure this will hang until I get service again. If you don't hear from me again next week the.ln either I was discovered and am hobnobbing with celebrities, or I've succumbed to whatever virus the Outbreak monkey sitting next to me has been coughing into the air the entire flight.
Gotta go. Angry flight attendant. If you don't hear from me, see to it that my daughter gets my makeshift Palm Sunday Palm Tree.
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