About the trip.

The show was a mixed bag. It was a tremendous amount of work, and some of it paid off, and some of it wasn't what we all expected, or was, and I can't be more specific than that, sorry to say.

I'm beginning to suspect that the PCOS is messing with my thinking ability. ( Cut for your reading pleasure... )

I'm more than glad to be home. I want to hug the curtains. I want to bury myself under the pillows. Unfortunately, as soon as I woke up this morning, I realized that my period had started, and now I'm not really hugging or burying but rather lumping about. I have so many things on my plate that I can't even seem to wrap my head around them--I'm just wandering from thing to thing like a shell-shocked, lumpish wombat.

Okay, so on to the fun stuff.

This is not my show. This is a show where I help my WI friends (who are husband & wife). There are two shows involved, a little pre-show booth, and then a big show booth. So the pre-show booth was really crazy and quite a good little show, so we would come out occasionally to help break down at the end of each night. Yeah, it was one of those shows where you have to take everything down at night and reassemble it in the morning. Extra work, but sometimes it's just unavoidable.

So the husband and I were standing behind the booth, waiting for the end of the show, and we both noticed this guy walking around with two little boys who were probably about six or seven years old. The boys had the exaggerated body language of boys their age who are clearly not happy. They were dragging their feet and dangling their arms and, in general, acting as if they were actually being tortured with red-hot pokers.

So the guy was looking at our stuff, wandering around with his long-suffering retinue in tow, and eventually they all ended up in front of the table that we were standing behind.

The boys looked at us, and one of them declared loudly, "We hate this show! We want to go back to the hotel!"

My friend laughed and said, "Nice to know."

At that point, I must admit that I agreed with him.

( A little bit more rambling, cut for sanity's sake )

Growl!

There's a show in Iowa that I would like to do.

I've emailed twice for an application. I've called and left two messages. I did this in March, I think.

I have just now received an application. FOR A DIFFERENT EVENT. Involving barbecue.

No. Just no.