I may be stranded in an airport at 3:20 a.m., but I do not miss good photo opportunities.
Interlings, I would like to introduce you to my new friend Irony. You might have met him before; he likes to pop up at the most surprising times.
Take tonight, for example. Mere hours ago I wrote a post about wishing my Imaginary Boyfriend would be at the airport to meet me when I arrive home.
And now? I am stranded in an airport many, many hours from home. And the boy sitting next to me is putting new rubber bands in his braces and telling me about how the Wright brothers flew 120 feet on their first flight.
He is 22. And, this just in: engaged.
I am writing blogs about my Imaginary Boyfriend. Rubber Band Braces Boy is engaged.
Irony, I see that you have arrived; join the party.
Anyway. I saved a little treat for my interlings when I posted pictures earlier. I was going to post these for you later today but? Did I mention that it is now 3:29 a.m.? And I am still in the airport? Traveling alone?
And so, I present my Monday morning gift to you:
Oh, quit looking so surprised. You knew I was going to do it, even if he is a bit out of my age range.
Imaginary Boyfriend? Are you reading? Better be bringing your A game; you’ve got some competition.
Mmmh, that boyfriend is a teensy bit ancient. Maybe you must become a trolly dolly so you meet lots of handsome pilots!
I like the other pilots. Better track them down. Love the picture art work, it cracks me up!
AB, You are hilarious!!!!! And there is no age limitations on imaginary boyfriends. I was in love with Davy Jones from the Monkees when I was in middle school after watching the show. He is 33 years old than I am, and I still don’t care. He helped me get through ages 8-12!
And… Ikea is only two hours away. Let me know if you ever want a day trip!
Hot stuff, AB!
I hope you got some out-of-this-world vouchers for being stranded so long!
Wowsers. What a hottie.
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