A new week, a new month, but not a new post. I wanted to talk about villians, but I don’t have the brain power right now. I’m getting ready to head off to Mt. Hermon this week, along with Mike Snyder, Jeanne Damoff, and Dineen Miller. Should be a great time once I get there.
Before then I’ve got to do all the usual conference prep for myself, plus get my kids packed because they’re going to grandma’s for the week, and leave the house in some sort of order for my husband who will be here all by his lonesome. Well, him and the dog and two cats. And what’s really sad is that people are actually feeling sorry for him, offering him dinner invitations while we’re gone. Please. He’s really looking forward to this, pigging out on Taco Bell and catching up on movies.
What I want to know is, who’s going to feel sorry for me? (hint, hint, it’s supposed to be you guys) I’m dragging two kids and luggage through the airport. I have to remember to frisk my son before we go to make sure he hasn’t brought any toys that resemble weapons and hope that at the airport he doesn’t do something that threatens national security and gets us in trouble. Last time we were at the airport, he tried to pull a fire alarm.
The plan is to try to update this blog while I’m at Mt. Hermon. We’ll see if that actually happens. We might be having too much fun, uh, I mean we might be learning so much about writing, that it might not happen. However, I promise to let you know if I survived the trip through the airport and the subsequent flight with my kids.
