In T-Minus (wait, did I just write the equivalent of T minus minus? Whatever: you know what I meant) three days + one business day melting in Houston…
I get to see The Bloggess!
Live and in person (which may mean under a table, which I completely understand and support).
I can’t wait to see how many Rorys are floating around in the crowd. Wait…Crowd surfing Rory…hmm…this should happen.
If you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, I say go forth and read both of her books immediately. Or get lost in her blog for a couple of days. Well worth the time.
Oh shit. Does this mean I’ll be reading Furiously Happy on the plane on my way home Saturday?
Dear fellow passengers at 6:40am: I will not apologize for the snortling. I promise when I start to wheeze and cough I’ll put it down and knock myself out with a Dramamine for the rest of the flight.