Nothing Profound to Say

Don't really have anything to say. I could philosophize how my life would be different if I were born a Southern belle: how I'd wear three inch heels to navigate two miles over a brick-paved, hilly campus, always smiling with grace even though I'd want to scream; or how I'd paint my face with ten layers of liquid foundation to fill every single pour on my face so it could melt off in the 99+ degree heat and humidity. Nope, not going there...

I will remind you lucky air travelers to read my tips for maximizing your time in the airport before heading out to the terminal.