A few days ago, Dave asked me why I hadn’t packed for the PW conference yet.  Could it be that I didn’t have the clean clothes to pack?  Why, that just might be the answer.  I did the last of the laundry today.  I have no excuse now, time to get packing.  Which reminds me…I have to try my dress on gee, I hope it still fits and isn’t a wrinkled mess.  Better check.  GAH!  Do I have panty hose?  Crap another thing to check.  The list keeps growing.

     Don’t worry Dave.  I’ll be packed and ready to go when my conference roommate arrives on Thursday morning.  We’ll be loading not two but five baskets into her car for the auction.  I did some shopping.  Now all that crap I bought, stacks of paperbacks, and the five baskets are sitting on my kitchen table.

     Several neighbors have offered to give Dear Hubby a hand with the dogs.  One neighbor said he’d keep an eye on the pond filters.  Patty has promised she won’t eat any towels while I’m gone and Gavin says he’ll take it easy on the helpers.