flyin high

So we're chillaxin at the Portland airport, waiting for our flight to Hawaii for thanksgiving. Oh, this is devon by the way...whitney wanted me to make that clear so in case this post is stupid she won't be blamed for it. Too bad it's going to be awesome and now she won't get the credit. Anyway, we'll be spending the next week with my sister shira and her husband devin, in laie. We're pretty stoked. So as we're sitting here in the airport, whitney asked if I would rub her back, to which I warmly and lovingly told her I would. Then I asked her if she'd rub my ankle (I hurt it a few weeks ago and have asked her to rub it every day for the last week but to no avail). When I asked this time she said, with a sour look on her face, "its just not ever convenient; its just not right there, like a back." We both laughed because she sounded quite ridiculous. Anyway, we're off soon and whitney wants me to hold her toes to keep them warm, because apparently her feet can get anywhere conveniently even though mine can't. She's amazing.