My trip from LA to Nebraska involved a stop in Denver. The first flight was awfully turbulent. To top things off, I was in the 13th row. Just kidding. There was no thirteenth row.
When I got to Denver, my stomach was pretty upset. I went looking for chocolate milk, because it has miraculous curative properties. It was hard to find, and when I did locate it, it was in such tiny bottles. I got two.
The trip to Lincoln was on a tiny plane. But it’s funny…. I feel safer on smaller planes. Not that I needed the boost of safe-feelingness – the ride from Denver to Lincoln was smooth. Nice.
And now I’m in Seward! And it’s Christmas Eve! Yay!
Happy Christmas Eve! Glad you made it!
Welcome to Seward!