We should all be grateful that I'm not flying the plane
T-minus two hours until I climb aboard an airporter, bound to the airport and then on to NYC. As you might expect, I'm still not 100% packed, my kids are running around in their underpants, smeared with ice cream and bubble solution, and my mind is wandering.
Just now, for example, I was thinking about something that I can't remember, that somehow led me to consider those artists who paint clothing on naked models. I mused on whether that would be comfortable or awkward. It turns out really great on those swimsuit model types.
And then, as I packed all the Spanx I own, I mused on my own possible body painting looks.
I'm thinking I could do an awesome face on my torso. Like this:
So yeah, let's all be glad that someone with my attention span is not flying the plane tonight.