Isn't it Ironic?

It's like meeting the man of your dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife.

Heh. I don't know if he was actually "the man of my dreams," but my Seinfeld powers to find something wrong with everyone - you know the obscure things that don't really matter - yeah, they didn't find anything.

Christian, gentleman, friendly, nicest ever, great manners, oh...and beautiful, one of God's finer creations...if you know what I mean.

And he got married last month...dang it! I jest, I jest... And I didn't actually meet his wife, I just saw her, she's cute. They're cute.

So, where are the good single ones??


Hopefully you don't think I'm too serious...I'm happily single.

This is the first picture that comes up when I google ironic. I don't know what Ironic Flirty is.

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So, last night my last flight home (it's always the last one before you get to go home) was delayed almost an hour because some of the carpet in the plane had to be replaced.

Why, you ask?

Because on the previous flight (thank goodness I was not on it!) someone threw up so much that it soaked through the carpet and into the floor and through the floor boards of the plane, and smelled horrendous.

Is that even possible!!!?

The cool thing was that I got to look under the floor boards of the plane. It was kinda empty, there were some computers and wires. I thought there would be more stuff in there, a lot more wires I guess.