The friendly skies.

On a flight Sunday night, the blonde in front of me was ignoring the semi-attractive charming British man next to her, who simply wanted to chat. Meanwhile, my seatmate, the big cologne-wearing, loud cell phone-talker was snoring his way through our flight. Delightful.

There is absolutely no justice in this world.


However, one of the kindergarten teachers at work brought me this home-baked treat:

Yes, it is approximately the size of my own face. Score.