I do have one better excuse (which is also more relevant to this blog topic). I'm planning a vacation!!!!
Want a clue as to where?
How about this?
A Star Wars convention and you didn't do your Leia-hair very well.
Um, no. I'm not that much of a dork.
A secret cult meeting where you worship black circles.
Once again, no. I prefer trapezoids anyway.
Let me say this in Spanish, no.
We're going to Disney World! And by we, I mean my boyfriend and I. That's him standing there next to me. He's the one who so wonderfully brings Quinton to life.
I absolutely love Disney. I really may be that much of a dork...or secretly a six year old who was abducted by aliens and had my child's body replaced with an adult female version. If you don't like Disney, I'm sorry I'm not sure we can be friends.
And, because I'm sure you're wondering, I may have to pull out a fanny pack.
Until next time, God bless America.