Ah, the getting ready for a new con year

Where are the gift cards?

Where did the tablecloths get packed? Do they need washing?

Where did we put the reader gift we found in November?

Shit, I forgot both the suitcases were broken. Can we order new suitcases? Now?

Where are my t-shirts?

What do you mean it’s going to be 80 degrees in Florida?

Did I mend the hole in my Star Wars pants?

Where the hell did the new slippers go?

No, I didn’t get us into the beauty salon. We’ll have to be gray and shaggy. Amy and Kiernan will still love us.

No, you can’t sleep in your author shirt for six months and then wear it for a con. Put it back.

Did you email the house sitter?

 

Much love, y’all.

BA