Donde esta mi cerveza fria, Carlos?

Yep, I still really, really hate flying. Whenever there is turbulence, the first thing that pops into my mind is: "I am going to die. I am really, actually going to perish in the ocean depths below."

When I eventually have children, I promise to never take them on a plane until they are at least five years of age. People can be idiots. If your two-year-old only cries during take-off or landing, it's because their ears hurt from the pressure change. Anyone with any common sense knows that what the kid needs is something to drink/eat so that he/she can pop his/her ears and re-pressurize his/her own head. But these two buffoons are just cradling the poor guy as he is SCREAMING HIS LUNGS OUT and they just, for the life of them, can't figure out why their poor baby is in such an awful temper.

Some people simply should not be allowed to breed.

But hey, on the plus side - Puerto Vallarta, Mexico is fantastic! The weather is awesome and the scenery is gorgeous. I watch the news and I see that San Francisco is being bombarded with a storm that is causing 25-foot-high waves, and I laugh. I actually giggle with glee.

Until I return, here is a blog that is ten times better than mine.

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