i am unfinished

i think charles m. schulz would approve

it began with one harmless ball of holiday ads sailing across the living room from brother to sister...45 minutes later i thought i'd have a stroke from all the laughing.  this was our thanksgiving.

nywc

blogging from the hilton, across the street from disneyland.  i'm supposed to be ringing people up in the ys store at the convention, but instead i'm under the covers in my room, trying to keep on top of "a zicam every three hours," and quickly emptying the kleenex box housekeeping just refilled.

i see the list of convention bloggers and wonder-why all guys?  but then, i never can keep up with a daily blog, and usually never process things until the weeks following convention, so, blog on guys.