Bucky Flirts with Disaster

I'm sitting here at my kitchen table searching online for flights to Virginia Beach where my sister lives. She wants me to attend daughter's short notice shotgun wedding in a couple of weeks. She can't afford a professional photographer, so I'm the next best thing in her mind. I would like to go, but it's a big trip for a short duration with 4 hours of jet lag to boot. Flying is literally painful for me as I'm 6'7" in height (that's 2 meters for you metric types). Northwest airlines is a pretty crappy airline, but they do offer the option of reserving exit row seats 24 hours before the flight for $15. Alaska Airlines has a decent miles program which would be good for upgrading to 1st class seating, but I'm short on miles due to another trip we planned for later in the summer. For the most part, I'm pleased with the state of things with regard to mine and my family's well being, but I indeed envious of the super rich elite with regard to their wherewithal to fly comfortably.

Bucky on the rebound from his psychedelic adventure and reenergized with a full pizza meal decided to take on Cosmo by tackling him on the kitchen chair. Cosmo was not amused. Before it got ugly, Bucky jumped to the safety of my lkdfj kldgglehbnb osidh kerhoh ndobnb0ehja; computer keyboard.