might as well jump

Here I am, again. Sneaking a blog in from work. It's my break, really it is. Ahem.
Anyhow. Work is fine. I whipped up a batch of Hollsters and brought them with me. All is well.
I'm tired. That's to be expected, right?
Anyhow, on to the "meat" of the post.

This weekend, among many of the other fun things we did, MM and I went to see a movie. Jumper. I only will talk about one aspect of this movie, because I thought it was cool. His ability to "jump" anywhere.
How much fun would that be? I could visit each of you whenever we wanted, I could see the sun rise more than once a day, (or the sun set, for that matter.). We could immediately be with family who needed us. I could help people, super hero like.And I could see all the places that have mystified me. Without the long, boring air travel. Or the ever perky flight attendents.
Craving french food? Fresh croissants for breakfast? A baguette? Leap to Paris. Lunch? How about some pad thai? To Thailand it is! Then, dinner. Hmmmmmmmm. How about Sushi? Tokyo, here I come. Dessert? Back to Paris for a real Creme Brulee. Yes. And the next day? Start all over. BBQ in Tennessee, maybe. Spanakopita in Greece, Lasagna in Italy. Hollsters in Wales. The possibilities were endless.
Would it get old, this jumping? Maybe. Maybe not. I'd sure like to give it a try