Leaving on a jet plane

So in a little more than 3 hours, I’ll be heading into the great blue yonder for a trip to Phoenix. Yes, it’s for work, but there should be a little fun thrown in there! I have this sneaking suspicion that I’ve forgotten something vitally important. What, I can’t figure out! Dropped dog off at vet, check. Toothbrush, check. Two kinds of face wash, check (I’m a product junkie!). Clothes, check. Clothes fit for Phoenix? I sure hope so! Belt, yepper. Makeup? Yep, that’s a roger. Deodorant-YES!!!! Well, as far as I can tell, I’ve got everything. I guess I’ll have to suspend the worrying until I get there and realize what the very important item I forgot is!

For some odd reason, I love airports. The hustle and bustle. The noise and all the people rushing 15 million different directions. The way you feel instantly important and grown up when you strap on a carry-on and stride purposefully across the concourse. I like to sit and watch the people mill around. Some people do some mighty odd things while waiting for their plane to board! I’m a big fan of reading, working, and staring out any available windows while listening to my iPod. I also live in fear that I’ll start singing along very loudly and be asked to shut up!

This flight should take about 3 hours, maybe a bit more, until we land in Phoenix. Of course, I think we’ll be in mountain time there, so that’ll be fun. 🙂 I’m ready for some authentic Mexican, some time when I’m not feeling pressured by a deadline, and a hotel room I don’t have to share with anyone but myself!