Sure, all the cool people have left yesterday or today for Anaheim. And they are probably sipping martinis, lounging around at some extravagent beachside convention hall, getting free t-shirts, and if the logo is anything to go by, catching some mean waves.
Not that I care. Nope. No jealousy here.
Cause, as my husband explained, someone has to hold down the fort. Yup. And that’s me. Ole’ Fort Holder Upper.
So, enjoy, convention-goers. And be secure in the thought that all is well back here in NY. I’ll keep things a-movin’ and a-shakin’ in your absence. [sniffle, sniffle]