Gonna save the world! (Just Rambling)

So I took a trip to Peoria Illinois and had to catch a connecting flight in Atlanta. I had about an hour and a half to catch that connection and so there was no great rush and I was able to take my time. After taking the plane train  to an adjoining concourse, I arrived at my new gate, but with the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Then it struck me! I had left my back pack on the damned airplane, and oh joy, I had no idea what gate that airplane was at! So there was a good five minutes tracking down a Delta CSR to have her look up the gate for my arriving flight, and then half an hour to get back to that gate.  Just to make things fun, the Delta rep gave me the wronggate and so I literally ended up walking the entire B concourse by the time I found the plane that I had arrived on. Fortunately they had found my bag and it was waiting with the gate agent there.  I remember thinking that this was a serious and scary sign of how far my mental status seems to be degrading lately, and that I,d better make sure that I never do that again.  

Yeah, never do that again you idiot!

Guess what I did on the way back from Peoria? I kid you not, I got all the way off of the jet bridge before I realized that I had left my backpack on the plane again!  I,m starting to scare my damn self . . . 

"The girls are gone!"

Almost all of my service calls have been relatively local and so I have been driving instead of flying.  I've made all of these trips in ugly mode for a host of reasons � I�m trying to cut my wife some slack, it's too damned hot, and I'm not sure that I entirely trust my poor old F150 anymore because she has over 165,000 miles on her. Risking a breakdown in the heat in boy mode is one thing, but I wasn't willing to risk getting stranded out in the heat while "dressed"!

I bought a new wig several months ago because the two that I have worn for years are both showing their age and starting to look pretty rough. This is a lot more traumatic to me than you might think! I have been unable to find hair that looks exactly like my two favorites, and this is a problem because let's face it, hair is a

Well hell . . .

So not a week after posting that I think I may stop flying pretty all of the time, where did I find myself on Friday? Yeah, browsing through a sale at DSW Shoe Warehouse and buying two pairs of $80 heels on sale for $15 each.

That was the good news.

The bad news? I also bought two size 14 dresses at Goodwill and they were too freaking small! In a year or so, I've gone from a size 12 to the point where a size 14 is too small. That SUCKS!