the plane trip

the plane trip was fairly boring. first we flew to auckland and then down to cristchurch. we watched a thouroughly enjoyable movie called definately maybe. the worst part was that it was a romantic chick flick.
jarryd cried a little.
the highlight of the trip was when during dinner i looked across to see jarryd with the handle end of his fork fully engulfed up his nose. i maintain he was pretending to be a walrus.
jarryd: from my perspective the plane trip was highly enjoyabe capped off just after brock had chosen roast chicken for dinner . he was heaving mouthfuls of the tender chicken into his mouth when he suddenly realized a side of salad on his plate. overjoyed and caught up in the moment he thrust his fork towards the fresh lettuce and such for a munch when after 4 prods realized a protective clear plastic lid was making his attempts futile
and the knife thing was because i thought the handle was the right size to fit perfectly up my nostril

what a fucken exagerator!!!

we arrived all safe but tired, ready for the next part of the adventure.

im gone like kellys anal virginity