So, I don't mind flying. It doesn't bother me. What bothered me about this trip was that I drove my car to and from the airport. It was an exercise for my nerves. I texted Shannon when I left the airport that I was now beginning the perilous part of my journey. She told me when she got home from work that she had been waiting all afternoon for a call from me to come get her because my car fell apart or exploded. Fortunately, it did not. It's just weird because it shakes if I go between 55 and 70, but doesn't shake from 70-79. Eighty shakes, though. ;)

I had to go to the U-Haul place to buy a box on my way back to work at lunch because we adopted some kids of our students in GA, like we always do for Christmas, and we needed a giant box to put the packages we spent most of the morning wrapping in to send. There were two people in front of me and the lady at the counter was discussing with them the sad state of the work ethics of young people today. They were all like, we don't like to hire anyone under 40 to work for us. Then the lady who worked there looked at me and was like, oh, I'm sorry, you can't be more than twenty. I laughed and told her my age, and that I was not offended because in so many cases, it is true. They still didn't believe me that I was 26, though. That almost makes up for all the times I have not been carded lately. Or maybe not.