My flight to Atlanta was the bumpiest flight I have ever been on. It was raining and lightning and the door sounded like it was about to be ripped from the hinges.
And the thought that was going through my head was, I wonder if they would find my Amazing Sweater and airplane blanket in the wreckage. And would the knitters in the world team up to finish my sweater.
Then I had to run, and running sucks, to catch my next flight. But I made it and the seat next to me is empty! Yay! So I'll be getting some good sleep on this flight!!
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