I have been a wee bit MIA this week. We had an event I put together for our clients at a really beautiful outdoor location. Problem was, it was 95 degrees on said date. Long story short, it went off without a hitch and was absolutely wonderful…and no one died or passed out.
I am wiped. I just caught up on all my blog reading (all 150 posts) and I was hoping to write a decent post this evening. Instead I am going to tell you about something that freaks me out.
They are just fine if you are watching them from Earth but they completely and totally freak me out when I am in a plane. I look at them. I see how fluffy they are and how it really does seem like you could lay and snuggle in them and fall fast asleep. It is a very comforting thought. The problem is, the other half of my brain kicks in. I have visions of me jumping out of the plane onto the soft cloud THEN PLUMMETING THROUGH IT. Cloud vapor follows me, cartoon-like as I careen out the bottom of what was supposed to be my snuggley cloud-bed. I fall faster and faster, screaming, mouth wide open, flapping like a British Carshow TV Personality Driving an Atom.
I am not joking. I have this vision every time I am in a plane, some times many times if it is a long flight…and we are traveling over a canyon of some sort. I visibly shudder and try to wish my floatation device into parachute.
I hope you enjoyed that little slice of my psyche. Feel free to sit far away from me on a plane. I completely understand. Sorry if I have provided you with a new fear. It was really not my intention.