Really it’s a giant rolling duffle

We’re so busy getting ready for our trip next week to Atlanta and the Romance Writers of America National Convention. Amylynn made 479 National Convention Survival Packages to give away – more on that later. Ava has finished her gorgeous ball gown – more on that later for sure. Amylynn’s mom turned up a sumptuous ball gown too.  Maybe there’ll be pictures. We’ll see if the planets align and cameras don’t exhibit some sort of paranormal event. We’ve put together an adorable box for a drawing for the swag room – a room of outrageous proportions where authors and publishing houses put all the giveaway stuff to take at will.

We had this genius idea that we’d ship all that stuff to Atlanta instead of trying to pack it. That seems brilliant, right?

So today we stopped off at our favorite mailbox store. We really, really love the guys at the mailbox store. They think we’re charming. We always bring the Amylynn and Ava Show hot and heavy when we’re there. We can’t help ourselves. We inquired into purchasing a box. We asked how much they estimated shipping would be.

Ava and our friend Susanna were busy screwing around with nail polish and lotion so they were missing most of my conversation with our mailbox guy. They did notice when I fell on the floor. What would you have done if you’d just been given the number of $210.00. You’d fall on the floor, that’s what you’d do.  Clearly we nixed that plan.

This is where the story gets funny.

So I went home to get a suitcase so we could see if we could fit everything in there and just pay $30 for an extra bag.

So picture this – it’s in the middle of the afternoon and I’m racing around my driveway hurriedly shoving suitcases in my car when My Honey pulls in after a very hard day at work. I thought for just a second how that must

look.

“Oh no!” he says as he climbs out of the truck. “There’s no way you’re leaving me with those kids.”

“Yeah – it’s just not really going to work out.” After 13 years.
“All right then, I’ll see you at 6:00.””Uh huh.”

That poor man puts up with an awfully lot of nonsense with me.