Hey, gang! I'm in Orlando, giving my karma a good workout. Came with my husband for a conference (which is why he took such a keen interest in my personal grooming last week), and my husband in turn came for the express purpose of barfing up everything he's ever thought about eating. Forty-seven years' worth of meals and snacks - hurled. Yeah, he's loving it. I'm telling you, it's getting to where you can't even trust a hamburger purchased at an airport McDonald's any more. Who would have imagined such a meal would lead to food poisoning? The terrorists really have won. At least the terrorists working at the Denver airport food court have won. Jerk food court terrorists.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the famous Florida sunshine from the safety of my hotel room on accounta it hasn't stopped raining since we arrived. OK, not technically true. I did get in a good hour of tanning and watching two little geckos fight to the death over whose insurance company gave the best rates before the black clouds rolled back in and a few stabs of lightning discouraged any further poolside recreation.
And yes, I know it was snowing yesterday in Utah and points further north. But it was free snow, not snow you flew a gazillion miles and paid a gazillion dollars to have fall on your heads. So, yes, sucks to be you, but I'm pretty sure I'm still suffering more.
However, this does give me a chance to prep for my class at CBC this weekend, which is a good thing, since my original plan of showing home movies from my awesome Orlando trip is turning into a bust. ("And here we have a shot of the empty pool area. That blackened spot is where the lightning took out the smoothie kiosk.") So all of you who signed up for my class have had a narrow escape.
Meanwhile, take a break from shoveling the driveways and meet me over here. I sorta forgot I was being featured yesterday, what with all the flying and the barfing and the general not-lounging-in-a-deck-chair-slurping-pina-coladas. That can be a full-time job if you do it right.
And I'll catch a whole buncha y'all at CBC! Unless, of course, I drop by McDonald's on my way out of Florida.