I’m sitting here, briefly catching up on Twitter before I finish up my final this-must-be-done-today-because-it’s-for-tomorrow-morning task of the day because clearly my priorities are firmly planted right where they should be… ahem. Anyway, I’m giving it all a quick once over when I see this from my local ABC News Affiliate:
Sounds pretty exciting, right? I like airplanes. Love to fly. Once upon a time I thought I might like to be a flight attendant except I was always too fat and for many years, until I learned the secret, I experienced severe pain in my ears during descent.
Still the story sounded pretty exciting and we all know I thrill for disaster and mayhem (thought it may come as a surprise that I like near misses even better!) So I clicked the link and looked at the story and didn’t even get past the first sentence before I was disappointed with the anti-climactic story. Well not so much the story as the billing for the story:
I mean, really. It’s great that the flight landed safely and all that. Really! I wouldn’t want it any other way, but for crying out loud, it might as well have read, “Pilot subs for other Pilot. Plane lands. The end.”
This has been a day for Anti-climactic-ism.
Earlier today, Michelle popped up on my computer screen on Yahoo! Messenger saying:
Michelle: OMG guess what?
Me: You won the lottery and you’re taking me away from all this?
Michelle: Oh I wish.
Michelle: Nope. I’m munching on pistachios and I like it. 🙂
me: Wow that was REALLY anti-climactic.
me: also, “Hope your boyfriend don’t mind it…”
Michelle: 😦 really? I didn’t think so. LOL. What boyfriend?
me: “I’m munching pistachios and I like it, hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.”
She’s kind of slow sometimes with my humor.
And speaking of Anti-climactic? yeah, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Kind of Anti-climactic, huh?