Oh, I remembered what I was going to write; of course I didn't remember until AFTER I hit the "publish post" button. Anyway, evidently Sarahbeth caught Leigh's crud this weekend (probably while they were spooning on the couch) but she already planned this trip to Big D. We all know how horrible it is to get on a plane with a sicky-sickerson, so I told her to buy a bunch of Airborne and sell them for $5 a tab on the plane! I'd buy one from some poor bloke hacking and coughing their fool head off because you know who extra easy it is to catch something on a plane---easier than catching VD from a toilet seat*. Of course they'd be allowed to retrieve their tab from the tube by themselves for a $1 extra.

PS. I spell checked this post and aside from the "sicky-sickerson", and a couple proper names, I spelled everything right!



* Remember that "myth" from those old health class films we had to watch in Jr. Hi? My favorite was filmed in the late 1960s and had a theme song that went "Don't give a dose, to the one you love most....."