I press my face to the window – I love watching the PLANE climb, the CLOUD landscape changing from mist to puffy pillows. Though, who am I kidding? Perhaps I am hiding a bit by turning my face to the window, as my first FLUSH of excitement, as I found my seat, led me to BLURT out a nervous yelp. I had stumbled and tumbled over strangers, falling into my seat, a tangle of coat, sweater, and bags. (One backpack, one “personal carry-on”). Perhaps I can continue to hide my embarrassment by reading for the 1000th time the BLURB about the island paradise that awaits me. The brochure about the resort? Maybe that will help them reevaluate who I am – not a clumsy country bumpkin, but a sleek sophisticate… Ah, a girl can dream, yes?

Georg’ann

Damnit, I’ve got a STAIN on my POUCH from carrying this nasty GRUEL up to the BLUFF. I’ve been assigned to write a BLURB about it for Hiker Fit magazine. The photographer will do her job of making the meal seem enticing through subliminal suggestion with the amazing view. And editing out the dark patch on my bag!

Heather