Oh. My. God.

I seriously need to get back to blogging.  Unfortunately I have a mental block on original thought these days, thanks mostly to my totally non-productive holiday of watching every CSI series known to man (CSI, CSI: Miami, CSI: NY, NCIS...) 

The only things I can think to blog about are dumb shit like pictures of my step-nephew licking ketchup off a chip, my thoughts on why NCIS may just be the best CSI on tv (Sorry Gil!), or this hilarious series of text messages I got from my sister when she was at the Detroit airport awaiting her flight back to San Diego.  (Warning this post contains more profanity than normal.  (Normal being more than one f-bomb.))

Do you know what annoys me?  People who ask how to get to fucking baggage claim...um, it's a fucking airport, read the GIANT signs like everywhere and stop wasting oxygen.

OMG, seriously people have asked this poor gate agent like four times since I've been sitting here like baggage claim is the fucking secret garden and the terminal isn't a giant fucking straight line!  Kinda hard to get lost pal, as long as you don't turn into the Westin you should be good.

Oh, and we are AT THE ASS END OF THE TERMINAL, so my guess is that baggage claim is TO THE LEFT!

So, with that out of my system I will now attempt to find something legit to blog about...

Comments

[Ian]

I must meet your sister as soon as possible.

[Catch Up Lady]

She is taller and bitchier than me. And yes, it IS possible.