So, I am home for a whole two days every weekend and then on Monday, trudge back on out here. Today, I was stuck sitting next to a man who had the worst ASS BREATH I've ever smelled. Seriously. I caught a whiff of it and thought the toilet in the back of the plane had overflowed. And he wasn't even talking at the time!
So, my flight was delayed (more time to spend with Ass Breath) due to bad weather, so I caught my connecting flight by one minute...literally. Once in Phoenix, I got onto the highway to head north and wouldn't ya know it, but I-17 northbound was closed due to a car accident. I took this as my cue to turn around and get a hotel room in Phoenix instead of driving another two hours to my final destination. I'll deal with that in the morning.
Here's the sad thing...in the last 3 months I have flown over 40,000 miles and stayed in a hotel 33 nights. I am counting the days until this is all over and I can go back to my life.
One thing to look forward to: The Duran Duran concert is in less than a month!!! Now I've just got to get rid of my "Cold Stone Creamery cake batter icecream ass" before the show!!!
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