I’m leaving the house this morning and don’t know what to pack.

It has been raining for 24 hours, the streets are flooding and I don’t know what to put on, my tall boots or my short boots.

Reality is I should have stay home, but I didn’t. My wife didn’t have to go to school which meant we both had to be home, so I went out, I put on my short boots and packed in the car the long boots, I assume everyone has two pairs of boots at home right?

I was driving around thinking about what do you pack in a long flight, I need to write about that, I know I always wear very comfortable pants, jeans do not do well on the crotch on long flights.

I never been on a flight where the temperature is above 75° F or 24°C but I see a lot of people in shorts, t’shirts, flip flops and a cuban guayabera. Maybe next time you take a long flight you will think why they give you a blanket, and instead of flaunting your cool t-shirt with the logo “No I AM NOT ON F*!#ING FACEBOOK” wear a shirt and a jacket.

Anyway, so I kept driving around, I hate long flights, I kind of realized that my behind is too flat, too much bone and not enough meat, three hours into a flight my derriere starts hurting so I take the pillow and use it as a cushion. Since I always ask for a window seat, I use the blanket as a pillow and lean against the window.

The rain never stopped, this tropical depression Imelda wants to hang out for a while, you ever wonder why they call it a depression? I guess it’s what you get when you can’t get out of the house on fear that you may flood or the fear that once you got out you can’t get back home.

So, I decided to beat the odds and try to make it home, it was depressing. Thank you Imelda.  I wonder what shoes my wife would have chosen.