September 5th, 2003

lookin' good

At long last, something resembling a con report

Wednesday night last week began with prettypammie packing--and me frantically looking for, and failing to find, Quinn's birth certificate as well as more than one of our many FRS radios. This made me so crazy that I have resolved to sell, give away, or throw out 50% of the contents of this house (I haven't decided if I mean by weight, volume, or item count) between now and a year from now.Collapse )