Arrived Portugal

It's cool to be Canadian now.

Arrived on the flight to Portugal with Charles like we always do: tripping after him with laughter dribbling down our chins. My God he is funny. I told him about JFk Jr. As we were entering the plane. 

"How'd did he die, Auntie?" 

"Plane crash"

"Oh great!! Now I have to find wood.." And off he goes, politely passing people to get two inches from the stewardess' nose to ask her for "some wood". 

After her initial confusion, the BA training kicks in and she hands him a bread basket .

(Straw , wood. What's the difference?)

God I love that kid. There is no one on the earth that makes me laugh that hard. 

Thomas too: even when Thomas sees that Charlie's shoelace is attached to the bag that has the passports and is now dangling out of the cab, he is laughing. 

Charlie told Frederick that he intended to go into business with him: and I say invest.

Really, they are perfect team: without Charlie flirting with the other passengers, they would have been separated on the plane; and without F rationing Charlie's juicy fruit, they would have been gum less.

Ok onward: must discuss the Brexit; the decline of the British empire; the above connection to BA planes; and why we should hug Canadians. 

Actually lets just focus on Canadians shall we? The only non angry not totally f Ed up white men.

First: they have as prime minister a man who looks like something out of a fairy tale; and who even Obama has a crush on. 

They have no gun violence even though they hunt; they take care of the environment, and old people; and they have too many volunteers who want to take in Syrian refugees. That's right you heard me: if you want a refugee, you have to wait. 

Are they sexy? Maybe not... But then again maybe in the right northern light..?

Anyway boring is the new cool, people. That's all I'm saying.

Also- embrace change!  It is the nature of life. Don't fight the flow... That is what the Brits did in this election and it is gonna hurt. 

The people of the world are getting browner; coal is no longer a viable career choice; we have no privacy anymore.  Deal with it. Leaving the EU is like wanting to stick it to the establishment by shooting yourself in the face. 

So this is my plan: remember when I saved Aretha Franklins's life by dancing? And I got rid of a New Year's Eve cold the same way?

Well I propose we do it again. 

Dance away Trump. This summer:  get rid of anyone who doesn't get it, who won't dance or laugh or support your plan to get tipsy on a plane listening to Dire Straights' Tunnel of love.

Get rid of them because they are clinging to your joyful ankles and are now in the way.

Go dance until Trump goes away.

Now I have it go find Charlie who is MIA from the business section of this plane.