When I walked through that body scanner in Anchorage it indicated four yellow dots on me. So I had to submit to a pat down.
The zippers in my pants caused the dots. I am wearing my black Miss Sixty pants, lots of zippers. I had a hard time squeezing into the pants.
Like - really? I feel fat. Note to self, no more late night eating, that should do it. And no eating at work.
The pat down was mildly annoying. You can't touch any of your carry on while you wait for your pat down, I did, because some dumbass put
a heavy item on my MAC laptop, my Snow Snow. So I was like, hello, that's my laptop and grabbed it. Apparently that is not ok for some weird reason. Whatever.
Now I am drinking sparkly water, I love sparkly water. And I am trying at dirty chai for the first time, it's ok.
I loaded up on the latest gossip magazines, because I just have to know what really happened between Katy Perry and Russel Brand and why
Christina Aguilera is a wreck. And hello, I need to read about psycho Courtney from The Bachelor, that I have been obsessing over.
I will probably not be able to watch tomorrow, small crisis! Maybe I can watch online? I need to know who Ben will send home!
Two more hours until I hop on my next plane. Time to read.
Sang on :