2:32 p.m. - 2008-03-28
what I should be doing is packing
what I'm actually doing is sitting at the computer hoping my daughter will nap. Then I'm going to fold some blue jeans and pack for my menfolk. Then I'll pack for Peggey Sex Goddess... um, er, myself, then for the Screaming (or, at this point Sleeping) Harlot.
I am packing so that the combined C-R clan (my parents, my spouse, my kids, me) can go to the GeekFest to the SW of home. Another cool writer will be there, so.... Besides, my friends help run this Fest. I'm just trying to be supportive. And meet cool writers. And hang out in bars with them. With or without my plaid skirt. Oh, wait, have to remember to pack that....
Hey, Batten--could be worse. One of the items on the program is a Masquerade--this year's theme being bondage attire. Too bad I can't find my black suede bustier--I'd fit right in after doing the goth makeup. Except goth makeup looks atrocious with naturally straight red hair.... I know--I've tried. Every Halloween in college I went as a vampire. Every Halloween my hair... was a liability. Sort of.
Anyway.
The dryer has stopped, so it's time to go do this thing. BLEHHHHH! I hate packing. Really, packing is the only reason I don't go on more road trips. Well, that and the price of gas. Packing, the price of gas, and dealing with childcare issues. No One Expects the Harlot Imposition!!
and on that note....
