In less than a week, I’ll be winging my way to
for Bouchercon: Murder at the Beach. Having seen our local forecast, I think I’m getting
out of town just in the nick of time. That “polar vortex” thing is being tossed
around again. Whoever coined that term should be shot. Too apocalyptic. Long Beach, CA
In the meantime, I’m trying to get my household in order. You see, not only am I attending Bouchercon, I’m then heading to
New Mexico for a much
needed vacation and some girlfriend time with my BFF Leta.
The problem is I’m leaving Hubby at home to take care of the cats and life in general. I think he’s having panic attacks.
Hubby: “Am I going to have to do laundry???”
Maybe I should stop at the store and buy a few packages of new underwear and socks for him.
The cats aren’t thrilled with the idea of being left with The Dad either.
Kensi: “Puh-LEEZE take me wiff you, Ma!”
Sorry, baby girl.