Monday, June 6, 2011

Dear airport security,

You are a bore. The problem is that when you know what you're doing, it's worse because you know exactly what you have to take off, and where to put it and you have to stand silently and watch other people not know what they're doing. I always want to just show them everything they should take off, where to put it rather than wait for a TSA employee to correct them. But that feels rude.

You'll notice I haven't written in what, two weeks? The first week I got lazy, and the most recent week has just been crazy. Back and forth across the state borders multiple times. But now I settle down and stop traveling for a while. Oy, what a week.

Can't wait until we get Internet in our house, then I can re-watch all the Doctor Who episodes with River Song, cause really, what is happening?


love,
Hannah

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