Marsha

Marsha was the flight attendant on my flight from Pasco to Seattle this afternoon. She made the security announcements fun, as in, "Your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device. Hold it to your chest, wrap your arms about it, lean over it, and kick, folks, because you're in a bad situation." I'd say so. Fortunately, we did not have to do any of those things.

I wonder if I have a spider on me.

Shakespeare came today!! All 38 volumes. I promptly ripped a page of "Twelfth Night," because I was so excited that I wrenched it open, and the nice little blue ribbon that was stuck in two pages tore one of the pages. So now it's mine. Unpaid for, but mine.