I hadn't been watching the news.
My brother (the pilot) phoned me this morning to tell me about the goings on over in the UK, the terrorist plot to blow up airlines destined for the United States. He casually asked me when my vacation was (the 24th), are you going through London? (No, from Newark to Glasgow.)
This is just great. My mom is already having a cow about me going to Scotland on vacation. I have reminded her that there aren't any terrorists in Scotland. She'll have something to say about that now I bet.
Nothing can ever be simple for me.. every fucking thing has to have drama. (And YES, I'm making the terrorist plot all about me, do you have a problem with that??)
I have decided that I am going on that trip no matter what. I would rather die on a plane after spending 4 lovely days in Scotland than alone, in my apartment, having died after choking on a peanut, and my dog eating my face off because there was nobody there to feed him and he was hungry.