Jessica Simpson was on my flight from LA to Dallas. And NO! She's not fat. She looks fabulous. And while she was sitting in 1st class with a big pillow, a comforter and real food, I was in the clear back of the plane sitting with my styrofoam cup of bad coffee and the engine (very loud BTW) on one side of me and the lavatory on the other (I could hear every blessed flush). Lovely. There's nothing like an airline to help you remember your pee-on place in the world.
But there was one stretch of bliss on my trip. I got to go whale watching. I almost didn't. It was scheduled for Monday but was canceled because of bad weather. But then . . . on Wednesday, I was able to get on another tour.
OK, so there ended up being no whales on this whale watching tour. But I'm not Jessica Simpson for crying out loud. The whales probably would have showed up for her. Heck, she probably even has her own private whale. But . . . I'm OK with that. I have to take what I can get. I was in the middle of the ocean with other kinds of marvelous marine life which is way better than bad coffee, a loud engine and listening to the atomic flush of the lavatory. No whales, but I was happy with the alternatives:
There were sea lions