Leavin' On a Jet Plane

I seriously tried to come up with a humorous TSA parody of Leavin' On a Jet Plane, but really, I'm writing this post on Monday night and I haven't even cleaned out my suitcase yet.

I totally don't have time for this.

By the time you all are reading this, I will be heading out the door to the airport, ready to be molested by the nice people who are doing their jobs and apparently keeping the airlines safe. I'd like to suggest that if they're going to feel me up in the security line, that the least they could do is give me a free drink coupon for when I finally board the plane.

I know the flight to Denver is like less than two hours from here, but I'm dying to see what mixes best with Dramamine. Either way I'll end up with a ginger-ale and tomato juice (not mixed). It's the same two drinks I get every single time I ever fly. I've done this since I was ten years old. I think when I was ten I thought ginger-ale was liquor.

By the way, while I'm gone I've got some awesome guest bloggers lined up for y'all. Including a few posts I've pre-written, cause I know how painful it is to go a week without me.

(And I'll be active on Twitter all week as well). 

But I've got Charlie, April, Lady Hill and several others set to amuse and offend you in my absence.

Until next time.  

Pray for me to have a safe flight.

And that perhaps Nathan Fillion has taken a job as a TSA agent.