Over fifty flights
flown by master Wito, he
is a seasoned traveler

He has fluid in
his ear, please GOD don’t rupture
while on the airplane

Questions about flights
with infants/toddlers? I am
your info touchstone

No idea how
but my 6-7 Fantasy
team made the finals

For the second year
in a row, D and I are
playing each other

Makes for a special
time around our household, we
love profanities

He is reigning champ
but this year is going to
be mine, I feel it

I think I’ve found my
favorite scent, but I’m not
ready to divulge

I hate packing bags,
thinking about packing bags
but I love the lists

In my OCD
fashion, I am drowning in
packing/planning lists

Martha Speaks? Maybe
Martha should shut the eff up
Talking dog, my ass

Well, these bags are not
packing themselves, must start the
annoying process

Come back tomorrow
for Plane Adventure haikus
Should be a fab time

We’re embarking on our annual Tour d’Oklahoma this Wednesday for 10 days. It’s going to be a different vibe this Christmas, with my parents in their new house and my growing dependence on Chex mix and alcohol. So…nothing’s changed except the housing situation.

Instead of disappearing for a couple of weeks, I have made the executive decision to haiku every day until the end of the year. Let’s call it WhoHoHa – Whoorl’s Holiday Haiku. Please feel free to haiku your brains out too. ‘Tis the season, peeps.

Tasty Pinot Noir
Should not have drank the last glass
Ouch, my pounding brain

Pink pajama pants
orange socks, green striped slippers
I am a vision

Dry-roasted peanuts
Why do I eat them, knowing
my stomach will FAIL

One week until Neil’s
holiday concert, I am
not close to ready

Wito is obsessed
with painting, he carries a
palette everywhere

Weather in OK
will be in the low twenties
holy frozen face

Laurie Berkner, I
have mixed feelings about you
Right now, they’re not good