I won't be offended if you skip to the fun part. But for now...
I'm almost over my stomach bug I picked up last week.
It still didn't stop me from taking the Urchins to their all-day corn maze Girl Scout event in the rain yesterday.
Tonight, they're in the Halloween parade with the Girl Scouts, and I'm picking up my mom at the airport. We will then be driving straight to the parade.
Tomorrow, dropping Mom off at the train station before work.
And I'm still trying to pack and get ready for the NJRW conference on Thursday.
Speaking of the conference, that's the other stuff.
I will be leaving early Thursday afternoon. (The chimney sweep had better be here and gone before that time on Thursday.)
I will be having either an agent or editor appointment. So I need advice on how not to blurt out any of my crazy conspiracy theories in the ten minutes I get to talk to one of them.
What? You, Ava? Conspiracy theories? Never!
Ahem. As such.
Bratz Dolls as the precursor to the alien invasion.
The inherent and obvious dangers of polka music.
The contagious properties of redneck.
Do I need to go on?
I also have the Lloyd Dobler nervous talking thing. You know, Say Anything?
Except my verbal diarrhea would probably include, but not be limited to, polkappocalypses, carny folk, my 'Possum Queen reign, sea monkey warfare, the many uses of taxidermied squirrels, and the high number of people in history who have been shanghaied by Sasquatches.
So I now have to figure out how to shove my crazy down and act normally. Hmmm. Should be a challenge. Wish me luck!
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