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With menopause, bunions and a bad knee… I’m having enough trouble with 58. Screw 200.
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I’ve flown out of Boston’s Logan airport many times. Three weeks doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility.
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I’m sorry, but that just bites.
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Finally… a scientific formula for choosing vacation destinations.
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I call foul.
I am neither loud nor boisterous, and am literally risk aversive. But Rome? I’m good with that. History, pasta and Limoncello sound like my kind of trip.
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I love my state. We have a festival devoted to clams and award those who can shuck them the fastest.
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River's world..... 
Those two guys that won the clam shucking contest? Sure, and they also no doubt hold the Guinness World Record for most bandages on a hand at one time.
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An added bonus, that.
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Wow, really news I couldn’t use. But I’m glad that cat was reunited with its family.
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I try and find the least helpful headlines… sad thing is, it isn’t at all difficult.
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I spent 3 weeks lost in Philly’s airport when I was little. Nah, just kidding…it was only about 3 minutes but it FELT like 3 weeks. Am I going to consult the stars to decide the best place to vacation? Only if my daily horoscope tells me to.
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There’s something about being lost in an airport. All those people going places…. and I’m walking around in a circle. It’s just wrong.
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I saw the article about the cat and had a similar thought as yours. I think my luggage has been lost there for longer than that.
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Thirty years ago or more a sleeping bag that was tightly tied to my suitcase somehow got loose. The airline in Victoria, BC quickly bought me a new one to use on my hiking vacation. 18 months later a delivery truck stopped in front of my house, and an airline employee knocked on my door holding my sleeping bag. It had a better vacation than I did. According to airline records, points of call included Manila, Mexico City, and Johannesburg, South Africa. How it ever got back to me I will never know. But there was one problem. When I put it in the big washing machine at the laundromat, to make sure it was clean, the insides disintigrated, and the only thing that survived was the nylon outer skin, and the zipper.
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Traveling is a bitch!
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That’s funny. I’m glad they replaced it in time for your vacation.
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Me too. ☺
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If you are aware you’re dead, then you’re not really dead, are you? It just so happens that goes along beautifully with my understanding of life. But what that science does not say is that our egos die with the body, so our spirits no longer know who we were, just that there is life after death, and we have to “open the next door” to see what comes hext.
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Three weeks is nothin’ at O’Hare!
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LET’S GO TO ROME!!!
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Only if you’re a Sagittarius too.
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yes, luv. Mine is the 1st.
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Huh… I guess I’m a Sagatarian. I’ll fight you for the lemoncello, esp if it’s the creamy version!
Just how did scientists figure out the death thing?!?
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I’m not sure. Brain waves…?
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I periodically think about learning that guillotined heads stayed alive for a bit. Was probably too disorienting to process but they might have known what was going on.
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Talk about a shock to the system. Yikes.
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For my real sign, I got Copengagen. I’ll take it!
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Rome’s fabulous, but don’t forget to go to Colorado!
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It’s on the ‘are we ever going to travel again’ list.
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💔
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