la la

i'm back from my trip to arizona. this is la la or ella. she loves to pick her older sister emi up from kindergarten mostly because she wants to snatch emi's lunch box out of her hands and make it her own. this day ella had a really good outfit (note the matching orange tiger spotted pants) and was very pleased with her capture of the lunch box, the breeze blowing through her hair.

personal space

i'm currently sitting in the las vegas airport, waiting for a relatively empty flight which is 45 minutes late... and some dude has to sit right behind me in the chairs. it's almost worse than someone sitting directly in front of you at the movies when every other seat in theater is available... no it's worse, definately worse. do i move in an obvious attempt to get away from him or stay and suffer so i don't draw attention to my...irritation?