If only I could do it justice...

There's so much I want to blog about.

...like how I just had a very tiring work trip where the airline lost my luggage so I had to make an emergency Target run for essentials. The low point was, after traveling for two full days to speak for thirty-five minutes, the rental car shuttle driver asked, “You got any luggage?” and I held the Target bag aloft and yelled, “This IS my luggage!”

But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the low point was sitting through a farmer/comedian. That’s right. He farms. He tells jokes. He made me feel like Kathy Griffin fake smiling while judging Last Comic Standing. Only the jokes were John Deere related.

And I was wearing clothes I’d bought that morning at Target.

I also want to write about how there’s nothing quite as exhausting as a birthday party for two-year-olds when it’s 100 degrees out. And they’ve had cake and ice cream for breakfast.

Or I could write about how my cousin Abby thinks I was joking when I said I should hire her to be my personal assistant and her top jobs would be #1—organizing my extra bedroom which is now FULL of random empty boxes that I keep just in case I should ever have a package emergency. And job #2—reminding me to pay my bills online—something I’ve never forgotten to do but live in constant fear of neglecting.

And the final thing I want to blog about is (again) how cool my LEARNING TO PLAY GIN cover is and how I really hope everyone can come see me at the Barnes and Noble on 41^st Street in Tulsa on August 12^th at 2:00.

But I don’t have time to properly blog about any of it.

So I won’t.

Later,

Ally