Now I’m getting stray hairs on my eyelids. No, not anywhere near the eyelashes, out in the middle of the lid. And they don’t look like any other hair I have, they look like something you yanked out of a Husky or a malamute.

Often wondered if my Romanian grandmother had something she shoulda told me.

Yesterday, new TSA rules took effect. If you don’t want to go through the scanner they will pat you down, which in this case actually means “Feel you up”.

I cannot WAIT till the first TSA guy reaches for the Nutsack of Doom. I would imagine I’ll be stripsearched the first couple of times, because nobody will believe that’s not a crown royal bag with a couple of hand grenades in it. I’m gonna decline the scanner JUST for that purpose.