Vacations

We just got back from four days in San Diego with Stephs family. We had to fly and I hate flying. Our flight left Portland at 6:40, which means that it actually left on time, but we had to be there at 4:30 in the frikkin' morning, were told to wait in long lines that turned out to be the wrong ones, got hassled by TSA, and almost missed our flight.

San Diego was fun. I got to make sketches of animals at the zoo with my sister in law, who is 8, which makes it all the more fun! I had a few observations about the world in general that I'll try to remember:

I think you can judge the maturity of a person by how they bite into a sandwich that has been cut in half. Children take a big bite out of the middle of one side, getting sandwich all over their cheeks. Adults start nibbling away from the corners.

You know your future marriage is in trouble when you are walking through a store filling up a wedding registry and your fiancee points to a mop and says "What's that for?"

Everyone in airports are still afraid of getting angry and being labelled a 'security risk.'

Airports have super absorbent carpets. Don't sit on the floor because you don't know what's in that sponge like thing.

San Diego's Old Town is worth about half an hour of tourist time.

I'm sure there was more, but I suspect I've lost some of them in the 330 emails that were waiting for me when I got home.