I am back in San Diego after an incredible three days attending the Erma Bombeck Writer's Workshop. Amazing time. Amazing people. Amazing acceptance of wherever you are as a writer.
This week consisted of four flights. San Diego to Chicago, Chicago to Dayton, Dayton to Fort Worth, Fort Worth to San Diego.
San Diego to Dayton
First let me say that flying economy can make you feel like nothing less than cattle. When they began calling boarding groups...I was number 8. Seven groups were deemed worthy of boarding the plane prior to me. I'm assuming that must be some kind of Price Line punishment. Most of us in group 8 looked at each other like "You're not independently wealthy either, huh?" If nothing else, it did bond us as the lower class.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Today I had a moment of painful reality hit....it was not pretty. This morning I received a lovely package of clothes that I ordered online. I excitedly opened the package and began pulling out tops of various colors and sizes only to think....Oh my Lord....these look huge! What size did I order...double wide? They will never fit! Oh well...I bought them on clearance (which would be my secret indulgence during very bad bouts of insomnia!) and Coldwater Creek is actually very good about returns. Ahhhh.....may as well try them on. This is where my nightmare began.
Like a glove.
Like a glove.