a letter to the stinky terrorists

Dear Stupid Terrorists,

You stink and I hate you.

Love,
Kate

p.s. did you have to do this now? I'm going to Florida tomorrow (well, technically today) and a girl this pale needs sunblock!

I've found some upsides to this travesty, however. First, I can use those Olay facial cloths I've had under the sink for six months now. don't want to risk having the expensive face soap thrown out at the airport! Second, I needed to change my flight so I could go to a commercial audition tomorrow (think good thoughts around 11 am, please) and what with there being more air-based plots, I had no problem switching to the 4:15 flight.

And last but not least, it's kind of funny to see the swivet my co-workers can get in when, on the morning of a heightened terror alert, the yahoos in the fire safety department of the Chrysler (i.e. Target) Building decide to test the alarm system, and let it go off sixteen times without making an announcement. "OH MY GOD, WHAT IF IT'S AN ATTACK?!!?!"

heh heh heh.

[side note: I asked the woman at Jet Blue if they were banning deodorant from carry on luggage. She wasn't sure, but it wouldn't surprise me in the least. It shouldn't be too bad on the way down, but coming back, nobody'll have had deodorant all weekend. I'll be flying Jet Phew!]