I have a confession to make. . .
My husband is very jealous.
So are the dogs.
My new love is named Chippy.
I don't know why he loves me, but he does. I do a little "chip chip chip" sound and he comes running. Chris didn't believe me until I dragged his sleep butt out of bed one morning. He took the photos to prove I'm now the crazy chipmunk lady.
I've made a promise that Chippy will be eating out of my hand by the end of the summer. And no cracks about the name. I like it.
My mom turned 80 on June 24th. We had her for lunch. She tastes like chicken.
I'm off to New Orleans tomorrow. I told Chris I planned on going on one of the ghost tours. I also told other people. I am so sick of hearing, "Well, there are a lot more ghosts there now." How cruel.
But true in a sick way.
I'm flying JetBlue out of Portland, Maine. Let's hope this travel agency didn't screw up my flight plans like my last trip to D.C.
The hotel is a Sheraton, and the conference is in the hotel. I have promised everyone I will stay inside unless I am with a group. You'd think I was five years old or something. Yeesh.
I'm doing a book signing while there, at a local Barnes & Noble. I'm allowed out of the hotel for that.