Dear Diary,
Here is the problem with airport security. This morning, I'm standing in the Oakland airport waiting to go through the metal detector. The nice security man makes me take off my hoodie and my belt and my shoes and put them through the machine. He was like, "so you'll know exactly what do next time, right?" How was he supposed to know that I have been through airport security about 20 times in the past month? And never had to take off my sweatshirt and shoes. Anyway, the point of my story is that I got home and found my jacknife in my purse. While airport security was busy making me strip down to my camisole, I carried a knife onto the plane. Misplaced efforts anyone? Great, now the dept. of homeland security is going to start reading my website.
I'm back in Seattle. For four whole days!! Does she ever quit? Apparently not.
Love,
Diana