WHINE alert! I hate flying. I hate flying. I HATE flying. I HATE FLYING WHEN NOTHING FITS!!! Not even my fat clothes! I hate that I can NOT get rid of my 9-month belly.  No, I’m not pregnant. I am just angry that I can’t lose the belly. It’s all Zachary’s fault. I KNOW he is 42 (Years, not months!) but STILL, I know it has to be his fault.  I refuse to believe that it could be the peanut butter M&M’s and the Cheetos. I refuse. MORE WHINING!!!  I’m packing for the trip to California (Alice graduates from grade school into middle school. Celebrate her 11th birthday and then whisk her back home for Non-Camp 2022).  NOTHING fits!! Ya know, when ya live on a mountain where I can schlep around in sweatpants and bagging flannels does not prepare you for the real world. Trips into town were easy, I’ve hidden  under a down coat for the last 7 months. I did do a pedicure though. So the Koala Toes are now ready to be seen. What To Pack I haven’t been on a plane in YEARS!! Do we still have to have a ziplock with all liquid things? …