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Why I don't fly with other people.

When I fly, I sleep or do work. I do not TALK! I might smile, do the polite hello, but that is it.

Add on motor mouth 11 year old child....Thank you for the MP3 player.

I'm in Washington, DC. with two kids, a DW, and a lot to do.

More later.



PS. I should have gone to Bora Bora........

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Anonymous said…
Five or six hours flying with an 11 year old, now you know why lions eat their young.

Enjoy DC

DG
12:06 PM
WickedHamster said…
Brew-pub. Post Office museum. Across from Union Station. Tasting menu.
4:05 PM
Anonymous said…
Bora Bora would have been alot warmer...
5:27 PM
Kelsgarden said…
this is NOT improving your quality of life WC, not at all . . .
9:28 PM
Bert said…
MP3 players, adolescents, public transport. DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

My Dad's suggestion to my Mum on trains if she wants to sit on her own is to smile, open her eyes very wide and to hum hymns.
4:58 AM
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