K, I'm off and running- you know, doing enough of the never-ending laundry in order to pack a few clothes for the trip. Can't be running around a business convention in pajama bottoms (although the killer pants I bought are a knit material cut to give the impression of dress pants. AND only $10. AND, marginally too big so when I gain 20 pounds from the prednisone I started back on today, I won't have to repeat the shopping trip. A blessing, to be sure.).
Sadly, it's raining in SF, so no straight hair for the convention. Good thing, as I am frightened to dazzle all those men (OK, mainly boys) with my grandeur. And I don't really know how to straighten my hair. Even a little. Not really a hair girl. . .
Anyway, I might or might not get some blogging done, so let me apologize now if I don't fill your day with wittiness again until Saturday or Sunday. Please know I still love you.
Yikes! I don't have time for this! It's nearly midnight and I still have to do laundry, pack, put clean sheets on the bed, clean the dog pen, finish my bedroom, do dishes, sweep the floor. . .no wonder I need the prednisone!