What I learned at 36-thousand feet

Going to Las Vegas is good for one’s health.
Seriously.

I never realized how heavy my wallet was until it was emptied on the casino floor.
There’s a spring in my step that wasn’t there before.

Odd the things a person thinks about while trapped and bored in a cramped plane for hours at 36-thousand feet.

Belly-button-check-sizedContemplating my navel didn’t work since leaning my head forward to look at it just ended up banging the seat in front of me.

That’s too bad because some say you can find truth there.

I suspect you have to be smoking something wild and wacky to make the best use of poking around in that area.

And since this was a non-smoking flight I needed to turn my attention elsewhere.

So I did a NSA wiretap of the drivel running circles in my mind.

Most people remember the article years ago, “Everything I need to know I learned in kindergarten”.

Great stuff – but it doesn’t cover everything.

One would think when one has gotten old enough one would know the answers to just about everything.
Or at least be delusional enough to think they know just about everything.

After all, being around long enough means most stuff has happened to you.
Maybe more than once if you’re stubborn like I am.

At least according to the wife.
I prefer to think of it as staying the course.

Since I like to share, here’s some of what I pondered while getting a numb butt coming home.

stop-drop-roll-sizedStop, drop, roll in school made me believe catching fire would be a frequent problem in my life.

The way your future wife looks the day you first meet her will always be your favorite.
You’ll probably never see it again.

The best time is when you’re so tired everything is funny.

A good laugh and a long nap are the best cure for anything.

Sometimes when I close my eyes I can’t see.

Ignoring something is one of the great ways to inner peace.

When I get headache I take 2 aspirin and keep away from children.
Just like the bottle says, along with a lot of other people.

Of all my wife’s relatives – I like me best.

There’s a fine line between humor and sarcasm.
Some think I’m being funny while I’m actually kicking their butt.

Sometimes I don’t understand a single word I’m writing.

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