In May next year the RT Booklovers Convention comes to New Orleans. I'm going! I've never been to New Orleans and it's super-exciting!
To me, May is far into the future. I know it will be here before I know it, but next summer is still a blur in the distance.
I told my husband today, "I want to give ample warning. I'm going to a book convention in May."
He said, "May? As quickly as time goes that's in two weeks."
"Naah. First there's Halloween, Thanksgiving, your birthday, Christmas, my birthday, and maybe even Easter."
"Hmh. Okay then..."
Poor guy. He doesn't like going places, so he doesn't want to follow. Thus he's stuck at home, holding down the fort, with four dogs to care for. He's a good sport, though. He never says no.
I always feel bad for leaving him, and I feel horrible for leaving the doggies. Whenever I don't come home the usual time, they sit glued by the window, waiting. This is exciting enough to outweigh my bad conscience, though.
ARe you going?