The Magical Mystery Tour of the Romantic Times Convention

Tomorrow morning I'll be up at oh:dark-thirty and on my way to the airport to catch a flight to Orlando and the Romantic Times Convention. It's a wild, wacky, always exhausting, never boring week.

It will be a time for resolving a number of mysteries. The first one is whether or not I'll be able to get my suitcase closed. I don't know about you, but packing is part science, part art and mostly luck for me. Fortunately, I cured my DH of expecting me to pack for him on the first trip of our wedded life. I neglected to bring any underwear for him. (Hey! It could've happened to anyone! And the fact that he noticed he didn't have any clean underwear meant I'd bagged a keeper!)

The next mystery is whether or not I'll be able to figure out how to use the digital camera on my own. For things technical, I usually defer to the man with the talent in this area. In this shot, my DH is either trying to walk me through downloading my saved pics or he's angling for a quick peek at my cleavage. Either way, he's my hero!

That little black smudge blending into the couch between us is Susie the Wonder Dog (we wonder what kind of dog she is!) Whenever the Dreaded Suitcase appears she feels the need to stick pretty close to me until the coming catastrophe of my departure is up on her. She also wants to be sure I don't forget that she's good to go. (She's logged enough miles under the airline seat in front of me to have her own frequent flyer number!) Please don't feel sorry for her over being left behind this time. Because I'm gone, she'll be upgraded from the foot of the bed to my pillow so she can sleep next to the DH.

If you're going to RT, please look for me there! I'd love to meet you. If you can't make it this year, I'm going to try to provide you with highlights right here, so please pop back by everyday!