Spring has finally arrived and not a moment too soon.
It's so nice to say spring has started and winter is over. It could snow tomorrow... Warm days, green trees, happy singing birds. I sound a bit too happy about it all, don't I? But, hey, what can you do about it? Spring! Spring! Spring!
Alright, all that happy, peppy puppy feeling out of my system. Let's move on.
Today is the day after spring, the 21st. In one month I will be back from the Romantic Times convention. My first ever convention. Ever. Being an RT Virgin can make a lady a little anxious. I'm not nervous about the convo itself. I dress the way I dress, I talk the way I talk and I stand against the wall like no other. You see, I know I'm going to not feel as though I fit in before I even get there, so that's not the problem.
Nope. I'm anxious about making the LIST. My packing LIST. What? You were thinking of something less important? The LIST will have to last for eight days. Eight Days. Eight. Do you know how long that is in fat days? Pretty long sister. What if I don't have enough clean...anything! It scrambles the mind.
Pittsburgh, you better watch out.
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