When our first flight landed, I Twittered that we were about to board our second flight in Atlanta to go on to Austin.  My friend Krissi Twittered back, “I’m here too!  Maybe we’re on the same flight!”  It turns out we were, and when we compared seat numbers, she was in the seat next to me.  Score!  Rob was one seat behind.  She offered to switch, but I refused.  I love Rob, but he has a tendency on flights to zonk out and turn me into his human pillow.  This includes occasionally reaching over in his sleep to “fluff” me.  It’s kind of endearing, really, but it gets old, and I was running on two hours of crummy-quality sleep.  I was not in the mood to be kneaded and smushed around for three hours, no matter how charming the smusher. Krissi was a much more un-evasive seat companion.

On another note, this is my last post as a twenty-six year old. And, (again), tomorrow, my podcast launches. Woo hoo!