Adventures in flying/Massachusetts

So we just got back from Massachusetts. We had a nice time at the party. The food was good and the Yankee swap was tame. I noticed my niece did not participate, though she did call out people's numbers. D ended up drawing the 101 Margaritas book that we bought, and although some people said, "That's a keeper," no one took it. So we have many margarita recipes; each one has either a salt shaker with a check mark or a salt shaker with a line through it.

I really like flying to Boston. It only takes an hour. And they feed you. Curiously, they made me surrender my toothpaste, but allowed me to keep my razor. I guess they want you to be able to defend yourself in case there are crazies on the plane.

I also patted a bomb-sniffing dog. I could tell how nice it was, and the security officer was saying that the dog is best friends with a 10-year-old girl. Finally I got close to the dog and it wagged its tail and licked my hand. It also engaged in some recreational sniffing.

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blackcrag said…
Why is it a dog can get away with recreational sniffing and I can't? I really don't think that's right, but I suppose you have to have some perks to the job. After all, you never know which sniff could be your last, do you?

*sniff, sniff, snniiiffffff* It's OK.

*sniff, sniff, sniffsniff... sniff* That's OK.

*sniff, sniifff, sniffsniff, sni-BOOM!

I'd still like to do some recreational sniffing of my own though.
11:24 PM
Bearette said…
Capy - i'm not going to do the yankee swap next year either.

BC - hee. I guess dog and human mores are quite different ;)
11:46 PM
verniciousknids said…
I'm surprised that they let you pat the security dog...my impression of US airport security is "no human emotion allowed"!

I like the sound of the margarita book.
9:55 PM
Roxanne said…
I'm terrible at negotiating also. I love yard sale-ing but am absolutely awful when trying to wheel and deal on the price.

Recreational sniffing- I want to see if I can work that term into the conversation at the company Christmas party on Sat. ;)

I got to meet a police, drug sniffing dog once. I took my daycare kids on a field trip to the police office. Even though we were a small group (I only had 4 kids with me), they gave us a demonstration of Keno's skills. They hid some marijuana in a bunch of boxes...and he found it! And afterward, his reward was getting to play with his trainer. They said that it's more effective than giving them treats. Maybe I'll post the pictures sometime. He was so cute!
11:49 PM
Bearette said…
VK - yes, that's usually the case. i think i lucked out this time ;)

roxanne - that's sweet! i like how they prefer affection.
12:36 AM
Anonymous said…
So you had bad breath but smooth legs for the visit? :)
9:37 AM
Bearette said…
Hee...no, i bought the toothpaste in danvers, so i was minty for the visit, but not able to bring the toothpaste back to new york. everything frugal in me rebelled against it, especially since we're running low on toothpaste in ny :(
11:17 AM
This suzy said…
When I flew to Edmoton at Thanksgiving, I had a small bottle of lotion in my carry-on. The guy that searched my bag told me that any liquid - this was the first time I'd realized lotion was a liquid - in a container that small had to be in a ziploc bag. I told him he could just throw it away if that was the problem. But then he pulled out a ziploc bag, handed it to me, and told me that the TSA or whoever was giving away ziploc bags for the holiday season! I still don't know what a ziploc is going to protect me from except a mess if the lotion had leaked. lol
11:36 AM
Bearette said…
i'm not sure what the ziploc is for, either. i think they're afraid that liquids may be explosives...but how protective is a ziploc??? anyway, they said my toothpaste was too big for a ziploc, so i had to surrender it or put it in checked luggage, and i only had carry-on.
12:13 PM
Anonymous said…
NY is having a toothpaste shortage, or just you and D? :)

Let me know if it's the former, because I need to warn my brother and sister.
8:58 PM
Bearette said…
Just me and D :D
9:22 PM
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