I've had this thought teasing me, dancing through my brain these last few days..
You know I'm travelling home to see the kids in a few weeks. Now, I hate airports. Loud, uncomfortable but worst of all, boring. No wonder they call them 'terminals' .. like dying a slow death to be stuck in one.
I've pictured myself in one of Lou's shirts as I travel, the one that says, 'shhhh, nobody knows I'm gay' LOL. Bet that trip wouldn't be boring.