Airport Rituals

Well, I am on my way to Israel.  By the time you read this, I will be in my third airport, eating my second TCBY yoghurt.  When I am at the mall or around an independent shop, I walk right by and I have no desire to order a large yoghurt.  At the airport, however, I see the large letters and must have a yoghurt in a sugar cone, with sprinkles.

Airports do something to me.  I must have a yoghurt and I must read every tabloid available.  After People, US Weekly, and OK, there isn’t much more to learn about the Kardashians, but I still want more.  Then I pick out a top selling book with really big print and finish it before I get to my destination.  If I do all of these things, the plane won’t crash.  But this only works when I don’t have the kids with me and if it is a long flight.  I have different rituals for the kids and short flights, mostly involving medication.

I am traveling for about 24 hours right now.  That is a lot of yoghurt.  I think I may be sick.

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4 responses to “Airport Rituals

  1. Trish Loye Elliott

    LOL. Enjoy your yogurt and your trip. (especially sans kids.)

  2. Yep….definitely OCD. 🙂 Enjoy your trip! You will love it.

  3. Happy Trails to you!!

  4. YAY!! I was wondering when that trip was going to happen. Enjoy and once in Israel furgetabout da yogurt and down some hummus and tabouli!!

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