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Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ.

First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class.

Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight.

Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time.

Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of......








Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked.

Thank you TSA.


I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

Comments

Unknown said…
hope you had a good flight :)
9:38 AM
Me said…
What the HECK!??? How did you randomly get chosen to be the recipient of tequila!? OMG. The luck.

Make me a frozen margarita please?
11:43 AM
Woodchuck said…
I must look like a person.....who still thinks the Animal House is a way of life, not just a movie.
12:35 PM
Kelsgarden said…
hee, hee are you saying TSA was profiling? LOL!
12:44 PM
WickedHamster said…
Hey Kel, got a good recipe for pickled woodchuck? Note that there is a common theme running through the postings of all the furry forest creatures of late. Must be the winter chill. Either that, or WC got jealous of Sq's recent promotion.
3:38 PM
Kelsgarden said…
ah yes, Rachel Ray and Kel-Ay . . . working on that roadkill cookbook now - promises of a spot on the food network fer sure!
11:15 PM
Anonymous said…
I hope you are bringing that bottle of liquid love with you this week. I mean, what if you got stuck in the snow somewhere?
12:56 PM
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