#334

I'm grateful Michael has a cell phone, and I'm grateful for texting. I'm not grateful for the monthly cost, or the expensive devices Michael drops and breaks. But the texting... M 'n' m have just boarded a flight from Kansas City to Chicago. How do I know this? The very same way I'll know instantly when they've landed. Hey, I never said I'm not an anxious person. I was gonna say 'a worrywart crazy mother-f*cker' but that sounds self-critical. I go easy on myself. So now I wait for Michael's "we've landed" text. I know flying is the safest way to travel. I do it myself a bit. But M 'n' m don't fly much, and I've seen 'La Bamba' too many times. I've stayed away from 'Sully,' Denzel Washington's 'Flight,' 'United 93,' and others. Flipping through channels, I stopped on 'Snakes on a Plane' though; there's a limit to my paranoia. I'm just a little crazy, which is the same, to me, as admitting I'm a parent.

Ah, here it is; they're safe:

I need to clean up the language on this blog. Look at all the complaints I'm getting in the comments below (yeah, that's a joke). It's funny, I've used the F-word before, but paired with a 'mother' I felt inclined to buffer it with an asterisk. I was raised right. I do, in fact, have mixed emotions about the pervasiveness of profanity in TV, the media, the workplace. We are funny and crazy, aren't we? Human beings, I mean.