She started to whine and beg and talk about how I never take her anywhere and how she never gets to do all the rockin' rollin' kickass party things I do until I caved and the next thing you know, Lacy was taking off her panties to go through the security checkpoint at Sacramento International Airport and ultimately boarding the plane where she didn't have to worry about the lack of legroom.
Lacy straps it low and tight across her hips
I just want to say that Southwest Airlines is not as accomodating as one might think. I was simply trying to think of safety first, when all of a sudden, a tan khaki-ed joke-telling peanut-serving (except when there's a peanut allergy on the plane, then it's pretzels) flight attendant gently but firmly informed me that as I did not pay the outrageous fare for Lacy to have her own seat, that I would have to keep her in my lap.
Which Lacy loved...
Somewhere over southernish California. Probably.
Then she bleated the whole flight while I tried to distract her with toys and goldfish crackers and acting way too excited as I pointed at things out the window. So that by the time we landed I was exhausted.
Since Arizona is all about the cacti, Lacy refused to pose with anything but.
Cactus #1
After posing in front of the 100th cactus and screaming how she wanted me to take her picture, I left her in the hotel for a timeout. For the remainder of the trip.
Cactus #98
Click here each visit to keep NGIP in the Top 25
