tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210893914479574505.post3314926159319138705..comments2008-07-25T12:52:25.361-05:00Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03114168635296592781noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210893914479574505.post-73884546259448060902008-07-25T12:52:00.000-05:002008-07-25T12:52:00.000-05:00When we'd arrive back home in the UK and I would unload the purse and carryon totes, I would always find little morsels that Big Fella and Miss Sweet Cheeks had saved from the two airplane meals, wrapped and stashed, I guess just in case -- of what,I don't know. It's such mediocre food that you wonder why you'd bother to save it. Have a great time -- it's the perfect month to visit.fluffernutterwww.the-wood-family.org/tupperware_avalanchenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210893914479574505.post-76738459005196394212008-07-23T07:55:00.000-05:002008-07-23T07:55:00.000-05:00That reminds me I should pack a lunch on my next long flight. Have a great time in london.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211656780188737718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210893914479574505.post-42517872848277525242008-07-22T11:08:00.000-05:002008-07-22T11:08:00.000-05:00Oops! I meant to correct that. The pilot said thirty-nine thousand feet, but with that thick Chicago accent he had, I heard "fifty-nine thousand feet" and I didn't know any better. Ha!Lesleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03114168635296592781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210893914479574505.post-83300582141846152572008-07-22T10:22:00.000-05:002008-07-22T10:22:00.000-05:0060K feet?! Holy crap. I hope they gave you oxygen with that croissant!ceeelceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14073380132708934016noreply@blogger.com