Washington DC... Here I come!

I’m going out of town Wednesday morning for a convention in DC, not one I particularly care to attend. It’s hot in DC and whoever decided to move our convention month from April to July, obviously had no clue that DC is nothing but reclaimed swamp land. No thanks.

There are a couple reasons I dread this trip. First is my enormous aversion to flying. I haven’t flown in years. I find it has literally no redeeming qualities. The only thing in my favor is that I am stature deficient and don’t have to contend with the lack of leg room that taller folk have to manage. Pretty much, though, it comes down to the fact that if I were going to list ways I wanted to die, falling 30,000 feet out of the air is not one of them.

Second, my entire family is at my folk’s home now and it’s just damn hard to leave them all. We only get together twice a year as the three siblings are scattered across the US. So to have everyone here, and then bail to go to DC, is not sitting well with me.

Third, I also have no desire to go because I have frickin’ eaten TOO MUCH while I’ve been here at my folk’s house! Good God. I had no idea it was easy to go up a dress size in such a short amount of time. I’m not even trying on my evening gowns to see if they still fit. I’ll find some way to shove myself into them even if I look like a stuffed sausage, a thought I do not relish.

Lastly, though, I don’t want to go because I don’t want to leave my husband and kids. It makes me sad. I’ll be glad to get back, where we’re all together as a cohesive family unit.

So there will be no blogging from Wednesday through Saturday as I’ll be trying to shove my fat sweaty body into a dress that fit last week, while longing for my family, both immediate and extended.