Ohio Here We Come

K and I leave in a couple hours for a week-long vacation in Ohio. Mama and Papa D live there and it will mark my first official trip to the Mid-West.

Why the hell do they call it the Mid-West? There isn't anything west about that part of the country. Maybe Colorado or Utah would be worthy of such a title. But Ohio? Strange.

I hate flying. Well, I hate the day before flying. It makes me completely neurotic.

When I am eating dinner the night before a flight I can’t help but think, “Do I really want Doritos and a tuna sandwich to be my last meal?”

I run through a similar thought process for about every damn thing I do for 48 hours before my flight. Once I am on the flight a funny thing happens; I let it all go and somehow feel completely at ease. Is it the vodka? Is it the 40 valium?