For those of you of know me, you know that I always have a story to tell. Last week someone told me that I should write a book, because of my never ending aray of stories that I can share with you at any given moment. So, as I sat in the airport on Friday waiting to board my plane to New Orleans, I thought…hey, I can blog….can’t I???

So, now I am on the plane, with no paper to pen to jot down the countless thoughts running through my head when I had to get up to use the bathroom. While I am in the lavatory, I am wondering how people even have the room to do the necessary ‘deed’ to join the Mile High Club. Not only is there not enough room to ‘swing a cat’ (someone used that the other day and I thought it was a very funny analogy), but it is dirty and disgusting and doesn’t really smell very appealing. Who would volunteer to have sex in a airplane washroom?

Random thoughts, they are never ending, and neither are my stories.

Stay tuned…..