Thursday, August 21
"This looks like cat food" the little girl announced across the aisle from where Gigi and I sat. "You said it kid" I thought as I pried open the tub of food that came in the box the flight attendant just passed me.
Look, I've never claimed to be cultured yet something made me hold my tongue and not agree with her out loud. Damn this growed-up behaviour sh*t.
Anyhow, the little girl began to cry softly as her mother tried to shush her while looking more than a bit flushed. I'm not sure if it was embarrassment due to her daughter's behaviour or if the bulk-barn pate was causing a reaction, but seriously folks - it did look like fancy feast feline-style pate was on the in-flight menu.
We flew home yesterday and the only way I could convince Gigi to wear a seatbelt for take-off and landing (we had a connection so I had the pleasure of doing it twice) - well the only way I could keep her in her seat without the benefit of duct tape or full body press was with promises of "the box".
Oh yes, the boxed meal - a rare freebie on a Canadian airline. For some reason Gigi finds "the box" magical and I can use it for nefarious tasks - like bribery - my only hand most days.
Hey there, trendy little airline with the cute raccoon mascot - guess what? Pate is not good leverage for the mother of a preschooler. Not that I expect your help but OH MY HOLY HECK, throw me a bone or at least a turkey sandwich.
We are home, we are happy to be home, we miss the grandparents. But I won't bore you with the details AND I won't bore you by telling you about the duck I met that looked like Albert Einstein.
I'm off to find out what the funny smell is down the hall. Oh and say ten Hail Mary's for the sin of blogline dumping I'm about to perform. Did I mention that I'm happy to be home folks? Forgive me for missing any big news but how is a girl supposed to get ahead without drowning in posts? Don't answer that.