I wonder why I am so tired...

Well, I am about to call the Airport to talk to the British Airways folks to see if it is possible to get the Exit Row Aisle seat on the plane. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my Physical Stature, I am, well to say the least... Impressive.

6ft. 7in Tall, size 15 EEEE shoe (and for those who can picture it I wear a 52 XL Sport's Coat.
315 lbs. of rippling muscle and remnants of the memories of meals I have enjoyed a little too much.
I have a clean cut, conservative style of hair do, and a neatly prepared goatee like King Theoden of Rohan in the recent LOTR's movies.
I have the infamous Griffith nose, and with it came my Grandpa's natural inclination at growing hair.

I am a sight to be remembered, or at least so I am told.

Needless to say, Coach seats on 747's were just not designed with me in mind. Well if you think about it, pray that God will give me rest, deep rest, on the plane, or that the flight attendant bringing around the red wine will remember to top off my glass each and every time she passes by.

SO... to change the Mood a little bit, I can't stop thinking about how amazingly fun the last month or so has been, especially these last 4 day's! I just want to thank a beautiful bird, for allowing me to participate in shared time with her and to partner in making memories. May there always be music playing, and dancers who dare to dabble in madness.