No warning, and off I went - off to lovely Lincoln, Nebraska for my first convention of the year! [Cue Monty Python: And there was much rejoicing in the land! yay.]
Wednesday was a blur of Lenten program preparations, Lenten program participation (it was so good, too - there's a post in itself), and packing, packing, packing. I got it all together in my brand new suitcase and left early today for the trip. I had an hour layover in D-town, and desperately wanted to call everyone there and make them drive down and see me for that tiny little layover, but I resisted. I made sure to call my mom right before we took off for NE because I didn't want to tempt myself.
So seriously? Nothing of interest has happened yet. Nothing at all. But Bee and I have our people-watching antennae up and we'll keep you posted. Oh, yes we will.
And speaking of keeping you posted, remember when I totally didn't, and like the West Wing writers, I introduced a storyline only to do NOT A THING with it for weeks (hello, Josh and Donna anyone)? Yeah, I'm not dying of cancer. Or a goiter. Or just sheer embarrassment. The second, stronger medicine worked, and everything's back to normal. Modern Medicine: Huzzah!
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Awww. I'm totally a convention ho too. But I would much rather be a vacation ho.
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